Future Corpse

A poem comprised of ‘one true sentence’s, after Ernest Hemingway. Dedicated to my dad today on the 8th anniversary of … More

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed & drink too much wine & think too much & love you so much

Some exciting news via The Poetry Society! I’m honoured to have had a poem from my work-in-progress, about overthinking and … More

On visiting Stationers Park playground for the first time since 1999

I am weeping in a wooden turret, remembering the dead dragonfly we found here: we wanted to keep it, so … More

Notebook Fragments: 2018-2022

Content warnings: Mental illness, suicidality, self-harm, disordered eating, addiction, death, sexual assault. Notebook Fragments: 2018-2022 (after Ocean Vuong) x Obsessively … More

Apotropaic

Apotropaic Last night I found the earrings I was wearing when you died. I’ll never wear them again, but I … More

Diary Entries – 11/52

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More

High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

Found in Phone Notes

09:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had coffee and ice cream, and I taught … More

Moondance

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

1 a.m. on the Borderline

I leave his house without kissing him goodbye and hurry down the empty street. I hear him bolting the door behind … More