Prose: Chirping Crickets – 26/09/20

Male crickets chirp, signalling their romantic calamity. They know what they are seeking, whom they are aiming to have come into their world. But crickets; crickets, crickets, don’t we downplay their communication, a meaning of nothingness following a comment meant to be poignant or profound. I used to love crickets as a child. I would hunt them for hours on end, following the sounds [...]

Poem: Better – 25/09/20

The rain pitter-patters against the window reminding me of the melancholy I used to feel, but now I am developing myself, I am fusing myself together, redetermining self-worth. I need not chase the opinions high nor low of yonder words to come, need not seek the approval of critical strangers, or unkind people who I’m not close with, why, shouldn’t they matter [...]

Poem: Overwhelm – 03/08/20

I wish I could write of beauty and wonder, and perfection, if it existed, but I don’t believe I have it within me, my words come out as harsh and grating.   Instead, my confessionals are here to behold, laid out upon the table, endless pages scattered, ink haphazardly scrawled.   Some stains are crimson, [...]