half of me belongs squatting on plastic stools
Read MoreThese threads remember the life and the fight of the people forever.
Read MoreA transparent exchange afforded by three consenting partners: cash, broker, and consumer.
Read More“You could be so so much MORE”, I scream internally as I get a horrifically stale Krispy Kreme for $13.
Read MoreI ate oranges and didn’t know they tasted like sunset from Castle Hill.
Read MoreThe Diva has captured the hearts, minds and the undying fidelity of the Homosexual for time immemorial.
Read MoreThis scandal has everything: mercury poisoning, stabbings, roofies, gun fights, bribes, duels, hair care, glassmaking…
Read MoreTo me, female friendship is getting ready for a night out, gossiping and laughing until your belly hurts, being your most vulnerable self, as you would be with a sister, or a mother.
Read MoreAnd on the walls of the club bathrooms that night, I found splinters of you.
Read MoreClothing is my means of connection, both to myself and the world around me.
Read MoreIt exists within another.
Read MoreIt’s like realising you’ve left your umbrella behind somewhere, but worse.
Read MoreEvery life spread out, mine parallel to yours parallel to everyone else’s.
Read MoreVoyeurism is an affair of the mouth.
Read MoreYour own personal Army of Lovers is yours to decide.
Read MoreAs August appears every year, so does a discrete package at the footstep of my family home.
Read MoreYou move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.
Read MoreWe seem to think that our place on the spectrum between divinity and mayhem comes down to how loved we are.
Read MoreOne by one, friends gloved their hands and got to work; my ridged, lumpy canvas morphing and shifting, follicles taking on new forms every fortnight.
Read MoreI mean it. Honestly.
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