This collective beinghood
A split requires the relinquishing of self to another and for another.
Postcards from the North
I ate oranges and didn’t know they tasted like sunset from Castle Hill.
Alien love letter
Every life spread out, mine parallel to yours parallel to everyone else’s.
Porous Romance, love through degrees of obliteration
You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.
The Great Magpesis: On Unrequited Love
We seem to think that our place on the spectrum between divinity and mayhem comes down to how loved we are.
Small talk with your left-behind
I wonder whether she’s praying, or meditating, and whether she’s prone to impatience, but the 01:01 train arrives before I work it out. It takes four minutes to depart; four minutes to expose the translucent creature perched in her place.
Haunting in reverse
Coming off antidepressants has been comparable to ‘coming off’ Mum, which I have been doing concurrently.
Lost in observation
Saunders waded even deeper. This time he floated on his stomach, observing through the transparent pool floor a flock of people who were most likely unaware that he was their omniscient god.
