This feeling

They are all there stacked in a row like a neat queue of virgin dominoes all the clues forgotten lingerie charging cables without an adapter strands of hair all over my bed Is she going bald this winter? My mother looks at me with disapproval but her face is lit up again pissed that I… Continue reading This feeling

Crumbling it is, crumble it must!

The neon sign boards on sun dried streets blued bicycles and transparent umbrellas I'm not sure whether I am reading too much into a dream or if these are portents of the distant future what I imagine is what I am turning into my iris greener than usual my mitochondrial pulp suddenly altered, into steel… Continue reading Crumbling it is, crumble it must!