i feel like there's a cloud of bees just swarming around my brain and not letting me form complete thoughts just jumping from one to the other, so i don't fall over - does that make sense? i feel like there's a storm cloud resting heavily on my head preventing my eyes from focusing, blinking, … Continue reading Does That Make Sense?
sometimes i take a honey wheat twisted pretzel and pretend it's a cigarette and i'm hanging out of the window, wind buffeting my face, so when the tears run down my face i blame the chill. adjusting my mascara, reapplying eyeliner, till my eyes don't look like my own, and my laugh twinkles around the … Continue reading Streaked with Grey
blankness, heavy behind my eyes. i can feel thoughts struggling to form, almost, almost, heading to the forefront, moving like molasses, collecting into a pool and rising into a figure i can almost make it out - and it collapses onto itself, spills and separates. how long have i been sitting here? how long has … Continue reading Pre-Coffee
i dreamt that i died and in the afterlife, surrounded by huge grey stone walls [the ones that couldn't quite block out the brilliant, blinding Dali desert beyond], in a courtyard that seemed both tiny and cavernous, i asked the first person i met: "what happens here, when you die?" - because death seemed inevitable … Continue reading What Happens Here
The days keep flying by, and all I can think of is that I hope time stops but not yet only when I round the corner and finally see you and drink in the way you look at me and forget how I got from my door and into your arms, burrowing till our bodies … Continue reading Fly By
he turned to face her, challenging, eyes sparkling and mouth twisted slightly (ineffectively hiding his smile). she slowly stepped forward into the sudden thickening silence, pushing forward with concentrated effort, his grey-blue gaze slowly looming closer and larger till the irises expanded and expanded and engulfed her completely. she stepped through onto the pale sand … Continue reading Dreamscape
i keep dreaming of ink flowing across my body a never-ending cascade of art, permanently etched, making me smile when i wake up in the morning and shuffle to the mirror, rub the sleep from my eyes and remember that i'm a walking canvas. last night, i dreamt that my mother and i went to … Continue reading Walking Canvas