For someone as obsessed with running as I am, I’ve always felt a crippling stagnation within my own life. One that is only perpetuated by the juxtaposition of the running. (Tap, tap, tap)

Stagnant people I pondered - in a way that I had thought made me sound very smart and psychoanalytical - hone their life in on a thing and when they fail, their life goes to shit. And they stop. (Crunch. Crunc...

Somewhere along the line the forest had become a physical manifestation of our friendship. The love that we held for one another.

Of course at the time it was just our forest.

I remember it having distinct areas, like neighbourhoods or city blocks. We created a map once, thick card, burnt edges, like pirates parading as colonists. And as such we each had our own kingdom to rule and call our own...

A morbid fascination with autumn of death’s season; rotting leaves, hearts broken. With her, with lovers I came here seldom a place of Anubis. screamed bad omen. Bodies, bodies, atop one another Dancing red embers, once evergreen green fall. Aided by death’s wind, greed. Shake, shudder. Through barren branches… the apple of Eve Gorging itself on decomposing life Giving way to life, not death,...

My default is perfect That is not to say I always achieve In fact often times it is quite murky; meek

A certain freedom then In deliberately striving for flat When routinely it is nothing like… a comrade.

being biggest, best Is quite the series of rigged, competitive jests It assumes there are those below And in the subsequent array of buffoons Pitted against people like pieces in chess

T...

My first coherent thought is that I don’t know where I am. My eyes are sludgy and slow to open, but I don’t need my vision to know I’m surrounded by darkness. I feel it like an intrinsic part of my personality, or vital organ.

Suddenly a weight sits upon my chest, a heavy pressure that makes breathing difficult. I can’t tell if it’s the physical weight, or panic that bubbles inside of me, but my...

Some of us left toys there, on our stacked cots, for the next kids. Part of me wishes Ebony is played with and cared for by another. A bigger part of me hopes there are no more kids to come through, that no one has to cradle Ebony in place of their friends, their family.

Not like I have.

Not as some of the kids were taken in the middle of the night. Not as I waited for them to come back. They ne...

I always thought art was… abstract. But this is pushing it, even as someone who works with previous mentioned, very abstract art all day. Which is a long blown out way of saying I worked at an art gallery. And sometimes my job required me to make up meaningful descriptions for random-ass artwork.

Who knew my master in art history would become a masters in bullshitting.

The artwork I had not onl...

Our love eternal For I would take no other. You; the gale on which, Lifted my wings heavenwards. Not enough. Metal beast. Splat.

Red, not pink but red On you, on the black graveyard On many, fallen, friends. I cannot survive this. everything… splat. My own… splat.

** I was struggling with the prompt so I wrote it about Galahs, which are a bird that mates for life. The get so attached to the...

‘Where the hell did you find this?!’ ‘Where else?’ The figure dripped in disbelief, stunned out of speech. ‘Why so shocked Julliard if you sent me to retrieve the pomegranate in the first place?’ ‘Styx. You crossed Styx.’ I shrug to complete the show, and Julliard breaks out into hysterics. ‘You must be obtuse if you think I would believe that you stole this from hades himself!’

Her hood has sl...

All throughout the country citizens look towards the darkening sky and mourn the loss of another day. The hopes, dreams and achievements of a nation sinking and disappearing along with the loss of the sun.

Parents tuck their children into bed with stories of foul creatures that lurk under their bed during the night, waiting for them to leave the relative safety of bed. As the children grow the bo...