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(This was an old piece of work when I was writing lyrics for a band with a friend) All motivation I have lost; The very breath of effort Of which I no longer know, Was my dying gasp upon the world The fog before me curls and curds, As thick as the blood I drink… Continue reading A Breath Before the End
Submissions are a natural part of getting something published, and I think for some it is probably a daunting prospect; it is quite easy to forget that a professional opinion is different to that of a friend. I'd have to trawl through my Gmail to take a count of how many I have sent, and… Continue reading Submissions
It is often imagined, that on a day like Halloween, we can experience it most ideally with a full moon in the night sky; that foggy, silver night, beset with the howls of things we cannot see, and thoughts of things we'd rather not ever. But isn't that just as it should be? And knowing… Continue reading On Halloween
It all began on the path behind my parents’ house; The one I had walked so many times, Laced with all the greenery nature could provide, And forever remembered as if my spouse. On this occasion, the sun had long since set, So I saw by the grace of the Luna in full, Who… Continue reading Frost and Dew
From a local Writecraft meetup, word prompts were: Cinnamon and Perverted. They say girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, But sometimes things fuck up, As the universe laughs and rolls its dice. A coffee, a tea, or even a rooibos party, It matters not; She'll still fight you for a… Continue reading Starbucks
