And in her room she built a shrine. All bone marrow, flesh, and blood. Dusky pink particles cover the vanity. Everyday potions applied to...

Snatch the rose Pluck it from the sky, and Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips. A lifetime in mad moments A sweet, dark...

You were sat inside by the window, picking at paintchips. I wish I could glide to you and blow cool air on your face through the screen...

It’s funny how reassuring a hand can be. A variably sized, many fingered blood bag attached to someone...

Is this not Clapham Common? I ask because I don't recall: My memory is a narrow lane, My geography, not so sharp, So all green spaces in...