Pernicious Thinking

Just dance. Break free and spread your wings. I'll dab the ash off your lips and envelope you in ivory, let you rummage through my cl...

I'm always afraid I can't stitch my words into a perfect piece. All the cobwebs in my head are pressing themselves into my mouth and...

Yesterday was my first day of summer and I present to you a follow-up of what has happened this March. Woo! By the way, the nouns making up ...

I should really start doing things. Whatever those are. I could really do things, like read half a book or browse for Gorillaz music, or...

Poetry. Although I have been told that my writing has a poetic ring to it, I have never indulged in the process of writing poetry itself b...

Catharsis pulsing like a dream, when our entwined breaths radiate in the contact of our hands, drips in the shadows of your touch, like a bl...

Spoiler! sh: about The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon and others I frankly happened to want t...

Just for a minute... Pain sprouts tenfold, in the form of blue fire weaving into a red-orange, and slides up the contours of my body. I be...

Weariness, clouded but thundering like the gloomy day across town, hung on lints on her shoulders, a sniffing set in place with the rhythmic...

He stalks steadily in the city, as flakes swirl in abundant showers. There is a slight fault in the silence that he quickly brushes off, tru...