Missing the Maelstrom

You know I’m dying, right? And you. Waiting patiently for the adverts to end. Eating the popcorn rituals of your indifference. To see what happens next. While I politely asked for help. Because I was already holding on by my fingertips. I only saw the storm once. A distant silver light. Unbridged. Untamed. Unwanted. Turned … Continue reading Missing the Maelstrom

HOURGLASS

9am. A dustcart trails cherry blossom in bridal chaos. Traffic roulette spins on who's gonna carry the scent bouquet. A guy asks strangers for money and his words rehearse legitimacy through an ice show of withdrawal. £21 for shelter, he says. I don’t ask what sort of shelter he means. 9.15am. I sit in a cafe … Continue reading HOURGLASS

Spaceman

The skies bled dark. And First Contact was unfurled in monuments of intent, as unfathomable in their science as the cold silence that had preceded their arrival. And even before the news broke, we knew they were here to kill us. There was nothing they wanted, the politician said through a firework of light, and all we could … Continue reading Spaceman

Midnight anatomy

The whisper coiled translucent in veins of opal fire, ‘You would walk alone into my dominion?' ‘And you would seek to threaten me with ghosts?’ Jacob fought back a wave of nomadic nausea, ‘Vapors of bad dreams and past imaginings?’ 'Words bring a hollow comfort,' the form twisted abhorrent in its flesh, 'when I would watch you … Continue reading Midnight anatomy

The anatomy of angels

When I was fourteen, I saw an angel. It was likely 8 feet tall. And looking at it was like looking at the sun. I wake at 2.30am. Someone is shaking me, asking me about canons. I don't remember. 'What would it be like, to meet an angel?' they say. Their voice jumps in soundbites. 'Hell, that … Continue reading The anatomy of angels

Snakes & Ropes

Dress my obsessions in poison. When the splintering came, it came quietly, and now I don't give a damn about anything. I used to think it was compassion that burned in me, but turns out it was just a scaled up version of paradise. I ripped out the cellophane from envelopes and made a window but no … Continue reading Snakes & Ropes

The death of dragons

The dragon was more than motionless, it was lifeless.  If he hadn’t known better the hunter would have sworn it was a statue.  He snapped his teeth, taunting the beast, 'The time of your tyranny is finally over!' he said, swishing his cape dramatically. He’d rehearsed this several times in front of a mirror and … Continue reading The death of dragons