days have dragged on and sped up and mashed into one lump of sober time. one year heroin-free. here we go again. i once again add up the clean time and slip it in my back pocket as i move through life, always wondering if the grass really was greener and if the brown would… Continue reading 365
HOLY SMOKES
I’m in the male-gaze stage of the relapse. I'm four months back on the wagon, and I need to get my thrills somehow because newsflash: early recovery sucks. So here's a poem inspired by my latest situationship, because dating a man truly is a humiliation ritual, especially if you date the type I go for.… Continue reading HOLY SMOKES
the detox diaries
This is the last time I put myself through this, I keep telling myself. Just like I had told myself last time, too.
Robert
Brexit happened. He went to grab the champagne. I cried my eyes out.
the stakes
what is worth saving? the Tescos,the McDonald's,the Primarks? the chicken shops,the rubbish, piled so high it overflows and spills outto our feet,the dog shit? what is worth saving? the concrete jungles,the Land Rovers,the flashing billboards? the expansive shopping centres,the grade-I listed buildings,the statues of historical figures no one remembers? the independent artisan sourdough bakeries,the Wetherspoons,the… Continue reading the stakes
Acid Date
I'd say the tab kicked in when I set my eyes on the menu that was handed to me by a shape-shifting waiter.
alt. esc.
(ARTICLE) When I look around me, all I see is decay - the planet, its seasons and oceans, trees, beaches, cities, its people, our morals, our humanity, our hopes and love, our languages, art, cultures, our minds, our bodies, our homes and credit scores, our healthcare systems, education programs, industries, our faith in progress, our… Continue reading alt. esc.
The Lips For It
(FICTION) It's happened - he's done it again. Fucking JJ. He's relentless. This time, it happened when he pulled up in his swanky black BMW. He rolled down his window and looked me down, and up, and down again, with a smile. I said hi and leaned forward to tell him my order. I was… Continue reading The Lips For It
the way of rivers with the sea
I want to talk about how weird it is to be standing trial alone when there should be another defendant by my side. I want to talk about how the State is guilty of a crime - not me.
Ode to Marlowe
[POETRY] Do you remember Marlowe Estate?do you remember its dilapidated maze of crumbling council buildings? FEATURE17 STANDS OUT FOR ITS INNOVATING URBAN DESIGN, SHAPING A NEWCOMMUNITY AND PROVIDING A COMFORTABLE ENVIRONMENT WITH CONTEMPORARYAESTHETICS AND DYNAMIC SURROUNDINGS, scream the billboards around the newdevelopment as if they could erase all the pain and debasement that happened therewith… Continue reading Ode to Marlowe
the detox diaries
I still carry this grief, deep in my soul, this sense of profound injustice yet deserved comeuppance.
rats in cages
I know I am being held and treated like this as punishment. To think about What I Did. Sent to my room, locked up in solitary confinement, grounded! I disobeyed.
ni dieu, ni maître
be it the Jesus-freak in the hospital bed next to mine, who tried to peddle me her fucking Bible and then screamed for morphine in the middle of the night, be it the corteges of zealots wearing the colonisers' tricolour that I watched parading across Westminster bridge, wishing I could spit on them, it has… Continue reading ni dieu, ni maître
