OCD: Weird Forks

Something I can’t really explain is my aversion to using weird looking forks. It’s definitely an OCD thing. I have a lot of weird looking forks too so we’re at the point now where my wife will actually ask me if the fork is acceptable. At one point she wanted …

NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep and dream about holding her closely but she will never …

NaPoWriMo – Day 5

It eats away at her the strain of it and I’m losing her to the stress of it and I wonder if there is any truth to it, to that doubt she’s feeling. We’ll manage I tell her we often do, without words just each other on our lips. It …

NaPoWriMo – Day 3

She presses, deep enough to bruise but not scar. She pushes, far enough to falter but not fall. I help her up again. Time after time. I warm her, deep to the core. I warn her, not to go too far. She is too cold and too I am too …

NaPoWriMo – Day 2

I am a bad example for your babies the people I do not bring into this world who look at me like I should do better. Like everyone knows what I should be. I am standing at the counter being your assistant for a myriad of reasons you don’t see …

NaPoWriMo – Day One

I crumple at the sound of my voice my words hardly my own as I stumble over old lies, ones I’ve told before. It’s grating on me now pulling tight at my skin. I speak in broken dirges as a person I barely recognise, tiny letters scribbled to make up …

Poetry: Pharmacy Blues

We deal in death it walks through the doors in the shadows of the old sometimes staying and circling around the aisles and our thoughts before leaving with another. It is rarely committed to just one, always fleeting, flitting between one and the other. We dole death out in small …