This poem is dedicated to someone I used to consider a friend but who nuked that from orbit and demanded an apology from me for their hurt feelings over something I did not do.
A strange and powerful lethargy
Astonishing in it’s motionless
My hand stills ascribing without glee
My pen not racing to express
Ideas of showing how I see
Deep into your soul (what a mess)
I am fitting to your reality
Mind steeped in syrup thickness
You exposed yourself to me
Thank you for at last being honest.
I have published Crash Space via smashwords!
“Rusel is a bisexual, non-binary nerd, who just wants to have a good time and coast through a life filled with sex, role-playing, and pranks. It’s a great shock then to find that someone dislikes them enough to attempt murder.
Who does Rusel know who would dislike them enough to kill? What on earth could be the motive? Could it be one of the housemates or an ex partner with a grudge?
Rusel downplays their impact on other’s lives, and navigates a life filled with parties, social events, drugs, complicated housemate relationships, and jokes gone awry. Motives are exposed and must be dealt with before the next attempt is made.”
Some things I want to say about this novel:
This story evolved a lot since it’s inception in something like 2010 and I worked on it on and off for years; to be honest I changed in a lot of my viewpoints from 6 year-ago-me to now-me. Largely I realised how ingrained misogyny was in my reading and thinking habits (despite me thinking I was a bit of a feminist). I rewrote so much of this to make it not like that.
Continue reading “Crash Space – a modern Novel”
A dark force plays with abandon tearing apart your soul; you cannot admit that
your legacy is blackened and unripe fruit. Treading on it yields neither wine nor juice;
Bottled up, it festers into logic and reason that must needs be denied.
Assumption of superiority helps sooth the waters of turbulent reason while
The bile and fear lap at your toes, calmed only by casting your eyes towards heaven
It is a test you must pass, denying qualms, signs and portents, extinguishing candles lighting the path
Your hair shirt, your denial of the senses; as you cook and then bite into the sadness which you feed
to your child who inherits the fear and the pain wrapped in a bright shell of promise
Until it broke it was hardened glass
Unyielding cold and smooth
Denying passage while pointing the way
Never rattling or loose
When it broke the illusion was gone
No reflection standing in
The outside world, once safely out
Now showing every sin Continue reading “The window – a poem about us”
A poem on behalf of those entitled out there who thinks the world should revolve around them.
If I think about your life
I suffer such disgust
How, instead of me
Did you end up with so much? Continue reading “Why don’t I have what you have – prose”