Pernicious Thinking

Summer has feverishly swum into April with a kind of fiery madness that likes to knock you into sleep and lure you into the bathroom for a v...

I'm going to try to string my thoughts together. Your cheek grazes the pillow, your eyelashes blink in the blistering sun, your head r...

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...