Prose, Short Stories
In Fiction on February 6, 2010 at 1:45 pm
Come Home
I went home to visit my family. A train to Hebden Bridge then a replacement bus service to Dewsbury by way of apology for the railway line that had been temporarily closed. My mother picked me up at Dewsbury station and we drove through the dilapidated West Yorkshire landscape to her compact home, where I ate a meal of dry beef and soggy chips.
Poetry
In Poetry on January 30, 2010 at 12:31 pm
drive by lover
the soft gasp of your surrender is deafening
in the fast lane i steal your breath
because i need fuel to rev up my idle heart
my tongue aches to dance inside your womb
Poetry
In Poetry on December 7, 2009 at 10:21 pm
Dreamers
I dreamed delectable dreams of her.
She dreamed of dead animals littering the floor
and her being forced to walk over them.
