the smell of a circle

How do I make them understand that it is not all about the brainand it’s spots, the colourful lit up spaces on MRI scansand the gentle lulling beep of heart rate monitors. What aboutthe baths in the kitchen sink, with dish soap suds. What about the lyingnaked on the bathroom floor next to the toilet […]

Lone Star

  Eight forty-five, again. I close my eyes, feeling the intermittent pulsating of the veins in my feet, throbbing to the tick-tock of the clock on the wall. The room is too noisy, it is the clock, or maybe the remaining silence is stretched too thin. It has been months since I last wrote joy […]

Speaking in Tongues

Begin, again