Crack!
The sound of the whip I use
to flagellate myself reminds me of your name,
A short, sharp syllable full of spiked consonants.
Crack!
Each status I see you tagged in is another lash,
for which I can never truly brace myself.
Crack!
Up pops a photograph I expected to see eventually,
I thought I was…

Earlier this year something unprecedented happened: I called time on a friendship. Not permanently, but I got to the point where I needed a break. Somewhere along the line it had all got too much for me. It was too intense, too bogged down in negativity, and it was no…

There is a voice that lives inside my head-a sly, reedy little voice whose sole purpose is to undermine my confidence. She loves nothing more than dredging up old fears and insecurities and heaping fuel onto them. She has sabotaged my plans on a number of occasions over the years…

Set fire to your scars,
the ones etched on your soul in invisible ink,
imprints of careless words hurled long ago,
tease them out,
don’t be scared of them,
they are yours now
to do with what you will,
grind them into dust and scatter them to the wind,
or lock them in a box and toss them…

Absence accumulates so quickly.
That a quarter century should go by since she was last here is preposterous to me,
and yet not having her here has been my normality for the majority of my existence.
And still, after all this time, not a day goes by when she doesn’t find…