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  • September 29, 2025

    Darvo

    They say your kidneys are in perfect health,And your liver enzymes are doing just swell,Seems it’s just your brain that’s rotten to hell.

    poetry
    life, poetry
  • May 9, 2025

    Memoirs – 24/04/2025

    Monday 14:45, Provence, France. It’s beautiful here, the perfect spring day, a gorgeous stone house overlooking resplendent fields that gently slope into mountains beyond. Honey bees murmur in the air, and every now and then I can hear a nightingale trilling from within the pear trees. I think I’m depressed.

    Uncategorized
    depression, life, memoir, mental-health, writing
  • April 19, 2025

    The Haunting of Number 14

    I came back to our house today for the first time in weeks. Just hours after you left for the last time – the beginning of our permanent dissolution. As I stepped across the threshold into this carcass of our dead love I found myself overwhelmed with grief. For the first time in weeks, instead…

    creative writing
    fiction, short stories, writing
  • February 28, 2024

    Singularity

    feel liked a carved out pumpkin at Halloween,

    poetry
  • February 8, 2024

    Withering

    Today I discovered a snail trail slimy and slithering across the upstairs carpet.

    poetry
  • January 7, 2024

    Breadcrumbs

    This trial of breadcrumbs you lay out for me,Ingurgitated subsistence for an emaciated heart.

    poetry
  • October 14, 2023

    Blame

    Did I trample on your words Or was the silence of your own volition?

    poetry
  • August 28, 2023

    Sweet Rejection

    The paradox of your words, Keeps me up at night.

    poetry
  • November 2, 2017

    Smithereens

    Sometimes I want to scream and shout and smash things in a fit of raw, instinctive, and inexplicable destruction.

    creative writing
    fiction, flash fiction, short stories
  • June 17, 2016

    The Perfect Stranger

    I did it again. I fell in love with a stranger. I first spotted him at noon, outside the mosque. I was sitting on the concrete steps surveying my surroundings, whilst my companions decided which attraction to visit next. He stood, alone, a silhouette against the high sun. Bleach blonde hair tied back in a…

    creative writing
    flash fiction, short stories

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