Away to me
In this dream I was running. The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I…
cenobyte
Earworm
Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed I stand in ruins behind you With your winter clothes, your broken sandal strap Take this longing from my tongue…
The only light you’ll see
I wrote a note to The Captain’s teacher and vice principal today. Actually, I wrote the note yesterday, but guess who forgot to give it to his teacher until this…
Your smile
I pulled back the curtain, but I don’t know what I expected to see. Nothing, I suppose. But still, with the wishes I have made on a thousand eyelashes, on…
This Grey Day
You are running, dust flying from your hair. You leave it all behind. I cannot keep up. Or perhaps you are whirling, twisting and turning in circles, spinning so fast…
Understudy
I bet you wish I was writing more, don’t you? Well. I sure wish I was writing more.
I’ll Dream of You Tonight
In this place of dreams dreamt, I danced on a verdant green lawn with a hound and a herder. They were Sam and Buster, and Sam was the colour of…
With
Fill these empty spaces These interstitial echoes of wheres we’ve been. Here is the crucible Opening before you, Incandescent. See this sandpaper scar, this winsome grin. Here are my arms…
Gossip
I’ve just learned how to gossip. I mean, not *just* now; in the last few months. I was never much for gossip when I was pupating, because I didn’t really…
Hubris, a Guest Post
Hubris* By Aidan Delivered to Mrs. Collicutt’s class, 1980 Hello everyone. I am so glad to see you all here today. For my presentation Mrs. Collicutt asked me to pick…
Sodium
I imagine Your face bathed in the diffuse orange glow of a sodium street lamp The curvature of your jawline casts sharp shadows You shrug into a light leather jacket…
Sodium
I imagine Your face bathed in the diffuse orange glow of a sodium street lamp The curvature of your jawline casts sharp shadows You shrug into a light leather jacket…
Winter Wind
It seems today is the first day of winter I turned my back away, thinking I would not feel the chill of your leaving Still, it blasts through me. Your…
Six of Thirteen
The spring of 1997 I moved in with Drang, and one of his best friends used to spend a lot of time at the house. His friend was drop-dead sexy,…
Right Now
It seems I will never sleep again Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time Today I hate Sundays because Sundays are a day of goodbyes My soul…
Attitude/Platitude
There is a very fine line between attitudes and platitudes. That may well be the most clever thing I have ever written in my life. With the exception of that…
On the Other Hand
In the words of Scarlett O’Hara, “tomorrow is another day”. Except I mean that in terms of thinking about yesterday. Which is to say if I’d have said it yesterday,…
My Wednesdays are more like Mondays
A while back, I submitted a fairly hastily thrown-together manuscript for a ‘new writers’ publishing contest. The manuscript wasn’t as ready as it should have been, and in fact, was…
Hibernia Burning
Words won’t let me settle I held you under water My mouth covered yours Not in passion, but to steal your last breath I have been Cassiopeia tumbling inverted through…
We’re Doing It Wrong
I watched a video today that a friend (a couple of friends, really) shared. It’s embedded down there. The long and short of it is that a boy who has…