Your veins share a portion of ruthlessness with my rib cage. My blackened lungs. A certain unwavering determination to spit in the faces of those who dont beleive in you. Your hands grew lines a long time ago, etched by Arabic scribe. Fine lines that tell of only dark things. Fairy Tales of laughter, inside … More

Only Fitting

Thank you for my gift, J. It’s beautiful. Beautifully appropriate and I love you, most. I opened my post box this morning expecting an electricity bill, and because we had bantered about the whole zip code thing I recognised the envelope right away. The caretaker looked at me like I was a nutcase when I … More Only Fitting

Q and A

So, my J and I were talking and although we have been friends for some time now and we know a great deal about each other and can safely say we are very familiar with the skeleton’s that lurk in each others closets. On first name high five terms with the demons that hold the … More Q and A

Lightning.

Her head was bowed, in prayer, I guessed. When the lightning struck her frame. Her arms fell limp, and her eyes widened, and the day stood still. Like a Polaroid. We were Printed. Linked. Synced. Irreversibly intertwined, in a splash of broken fragments that could, nor should ever be undone. We share hues, of blues, … More Lightning.