I was sitting in my living with my boyfriend and our mutual friend, and the postman came to the back door near where we were sat and put some post through the letterbox and it was a hospital letter for me. But it had some stuff written on the envelope so I didn’t need to…
New poem! Read it below or listen to the audio version on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/writersam/brain-blade the word is too big for my mouth so it stays shut and won’t let anything out and instead all the thoughts crowd my skull like passengers being dropped into a small room from an escalator squashed together and asphyxiating. meanwhile my…
I wasn’t going to write about this but here is a super short summary of what has been going on with me this week, which I will type up really quickly, share on Twitter, and then never look at again for all eternity.
there is a minute, literally sixty seconds or less when the knife you’re using at dinner looks inviting sharper than a butter knife, not quite a steak knife enough to elicit something red that just for a minute feels like a solution, despite you never taking it seriously before, despite your wrist’s resistance, your arm…
Note to self, and other selves who try to put their own feelings on shelves hidden behind a curtain, where they’re certain it won’t occur to other people to look.
4,000 miles away from my own doormat, after a long day of co-ordinating the salt in my nails with the sand in my teeth, I whisper “please, no letters” into my American pillow, as if there were anything it could possibly do to stop the consultant, to stop the admin clerk, to stop the sorting…
The other day I tweeted about trying to be mindful while I am on holiday. I’m in my favourite place in the world, Orlando, Florida, and I know that when I get home my two week holiday is going to feel like a distant memory. When I have gotten home after a holiday in the…
When a prologue is both a pep talk and a dedication letter to the dead
I spend the first morning eavesdropping on the birds, carefully noting each inflection, every declaration. They trust me to handle this information with complete accuracy: too, too too… too too whi whi whi whi whi whi too too too too too hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo- hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-gasp-hoo- hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo thp-thp-thp-thp-thp-thp The meaning of this compilation of sounds is top secret.…
Working on a piece of prose about my late brother while watching Iron Man 2, and the only thing that brings a slight tear to my eye all evening is Iron Man’s dad telling him posthumously that his son was his greatest creation. Well, fuck. I’ll cry at a fictional character’s grief before I cry…