Fiat Lux

A cloud has descended Through the haze all things are muted distorted The familiar is rendered obscure the unknown amplified This fog traps my alarm in my chest I suffocate looking for an escape finding only dead ends pitfalls no sign of release But through it all dim and growing brighter comes your light descending […]

On Stentor

There’s a tension at the base of my spine that has been growing since I woke up with the birds this morning It coils itself like a snake or a springtrap twisting and spiraling up and down my back most often pooling in my lumbar It’s like it’s waiting preparing for a jumpscare or a […]

Slow Death of the Heart

I want to be petty because, intrinsically, I am a bad person and it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to have that kind of emotional bullshit labour expended by me But I’m so exhausted anymore from the sleeplessness the restlessness the missing-you-ness that I don’t think I quite have it in me to […]

Mέλισσα II

You reside in halls of dreaming away the afternoon An obsession of an evening A focus of lovemaking lit in soft pink light and the yipping of wild dogs off in the dark distance You reside in the echoes of memory reaching out through the days and weeks and months to caress with a careful […]


Thinking on the times of joy and of love do more to turn my stomach and curl my spine than any fantasy of the times that you hurt me I can’t imagine you and me without imagining the heart we shared and the trips we took when we were young I can still see you […]


There’s a certain kind of weight that settles on your brain and prevents all trains of thought from leaving their station or reaching their appointed destination Yours tend to come with a side of exhaustion heaped and piled high on your chest crushing you down into the freshly made bed You hide under your pillows […]

The House Which Serves The Muse

I hate to carry on so about my heart and the place it used to rest but there’s an ache between my lungs just behind my sternum It doesn’t have a texture or temperature this festering grief but it clenches like an empty stomach A hungry twinge that feels more and more like an exhausted […]