Category: Wonderings
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I Journal These Days
Hullo. Yes, I’ve been missing. But missing in action. I’ve written millions of words, I’ve filled pages with pictures, I’ve worked a LOT, and – after a very long wait – I’ve adopted two children. They’re five weeks old so there’s still eight weeks to go before we can bring them home. They’re so tiny…
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I Used to Hustle
I used to be constantly moving and shaking. Shaking quite literally: with fear. Fear drove my pitiful carcass for many years, pushing and shoving me to greater things. I was BRUISED by ambition. And once I started feeling happier and more settled, I worried about losing my much-fetishised ‘edge’. The shining, electric zeal that kept…
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Princess
Feeble sex Afraid and crying In the wrinkled shade of the canyon Rhythm stolen He slowly fucks the love back inside A grimy wrist swings limp in the stale air of her forgotten castle Once the author of tangled charity acts, polished immortality Now, some belated chick Camaro snarls penetrate from out on the blacktop…
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Changing With the Leaves
It’s a new season for me. I’ve decided that I’m reaching the point in my life where I am an adult. A human that is no longer just a morbid collection of childhood hurts, teen angst and treasured disappointments languishing in the dusty trophy cabinet where badness lives. After so many years of being puppeteered…
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