WORDS

WARP Words piled up against walls, or words toppling under cubicle doors flat-packed words in fax machines, sifted through telephones, lined up in emails or upright in train queues with rucksacks and smiles. Open wounds - flesh and muscle words bubbling hearts and glowing cauldrons; words undid them, words unhid them, spilling beauty and bandages, … Continue reading WORDS →

Words

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words... words are the thorns that have festered inside me and i hold them there in secret (what if they're true?) Turns out it's me that wrapped them in barbed wire to drag across my heart again and again. When my daughter started preschool i sat alone … Continue reading Words →