frankenstein

You created me limb by limb and sewed my delicate white skin together with your glaring red thread you painted … More

music monday vii

the seventh music monday

At the top of the deserted building the surrounding towns are spread out beneath us like a toy village display … More

I wrote your name on my wrist in permanent black ink so that you’d always be touching my pale, sensitive … More

“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”

the sixth music monday

“At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich…”