They offer me jasmine in the morning, while dawn creeps over the horizon to peer at our silence. Steam rises as the temperature drops to...

It's dark when I wake up No light, no light Only the frozen, prickling air on my skin As I force my eyes open Into the dusk-like dawn The...

I chase her through the snow, the woman I should have been, until she fades into the grey distance, taunting me with her laughter and...

Any number of minutes in Heaven becomes permanent when you die. Assuming there is a Heaven. But even if there isn't, even if there's only...

My bookshelf came furnished with Freud and Jung, with political treaties and dreaded histories of battles long since won, of three swords...

Recently I've found time swallowing my words Like a beast of hunger at a gourmet restaurant Swallows each little canapé And wants for...

The hidden side of the moon is red. He doesn't know how he knows; he's never been there, never seen it, doesn't know anyone who's seen it...

We picked and collected and harvested to our hearts' content and when we came home, we filled jars and bottles and baskets and boxes to...

When they shut the curtains in the silence of their own room, they let their armour rest and expose their blood and veins to the gentle...

It feels very quiet outside my headphones Like In my head there's music But I look at the white walls And soak in the pale white light...

'Time flies when you're having fun' I heard somebody say — or maybe that's all part of the text, part of the message, part of the...

from this distance the lights blur the window is black is dark behind layers of glass and reflections. the ornament behind me is barely...

I found your identity hidden under the bed. You had searched everywhere, but I guess you needed a new light, or a different sun under...

"Tell me a story," the child begs. "Which story?" you ask. "Any story." "Any?" You raise your eyebrows. The child hums. "Maybe the...

He tastes her lips with reverence Feels the scales ripple beneath her skin A threat A warning "I do not need you" He knows. He knows and...

the cold creeps up on her spreads across her arms and fingers like cobwebs coated in frost and cocoons her in gentle white as she turns...

The harvester stalks into the night striding on long legs with joints that bend in wrong directions as it sways forward one leap after...

warm hands wrapped heat seeps into palms cold breath clouds peppers sting soft vegetables reduced to mush swallowed throat burns stings...

Stars gleam above you. Where are you? A cold wasteland. When are you? It crunches under your feet. Your boots. Who are you? The air...

The best days are those where she doesn't have to talk; when she doesn't nervously wait for an answer from somebody else. The best days...