It’s a second-guessingselling yourself short on the stardust within It’s cause?no trust in your only toolleaving headspacefor superstitions of thepresent and their high demand.  Everything obscured by clouded judgment in our everyday lives rampages once againbrought back to the limelight Second-guessing only smothersnascent embers in their most vulnerable hour

À l’avenirOn the first dawn when I wake up alone,there will be no more laughter echoing outin the ornamental comfort of morning light,no more soft caresses at daybreak,no more stolen kisses on borrowed time.Upstairs in the glass menagerie, never againwill you stand so tantalisingly close:sweat, cologne, tobacco—no more.Will I still feel this way, I wonder,when that first day comes,or will I hav...

It’s strange how something as final as your deathShould be bookended by a series of beginnings:The first Sunday afterThe first meal withoutThe first solo visit to our shared hillside spotThe first time I messaged you with no replyThe first yearAnd further strange that this lossIs not only joined to everyone else’s— Simultaneously wounding and comforting— But also to every grief I’ve feltThat pr...

you said to meet you at the park but you didn’t turn up waited for you in the rain till the fog came upwalking around the park thinking why you wouldn’t come.

Her head is hanging back by the wall. I amthe soft concrete alcove, but only for this moment,her eyelashes grazing me. I part fish in her plasticsea. Her open doors are a big fat smile. RememberJuly: jesus, what did we do right. I snapped ice overdoor handles, I paid more attention to architecture, specifically how a room looked around her waist orwith her knees over my shoulders, hair dangling...

To steal from time is no foolish thingFor the lord of it cares not for its passingWith light we snatch from heaven's eyeMay we commit to memory all we've survived Be it monstrous or beautiful, let it be written hereIn the lines of our faces, the tattoos of our yearsMay our optimism be cherished when sun is dark And our cruelty remembered so it is never forgot In the fields of the valley where w...