Apophony of a Breaking Heart
There’s a part of me that wants this bleed to be bled, but I still lay in this lie, in this bed that’s too small to fit the space between us, waiting for this love to leave. You’ve deemed the doom of it but I’m only half-sure, because I still sing the songs we sang…
Featherflowers on Mining Country
“Did they say how long?” She rolled a loose pebble beneath her boot as she stood in the afternoon sun. She stared at the plant before her, an explosion of colour in plumes of gold and yellow like fireworks mid-blast, and she didn’t see any of it. “Right, okay. Yeah, I’m still up north, but…
Aurelia
I pretend that I’ve forgotten you but, amidst the snippets of data, there’s an autopsy of the authentic. Autocorrect becomes augur as, with each word I start to type, it knows I’m thinking of you. It’s August and I’m in Australia now, yet it still catches the glimpses of your auburn hair, its auric glow…
Caravellum 