Sunday Brunch

My lack of words had never sounded as sweet as they did on the night my tongue was tangled inside out and up with yours, but had I known heaven could be found drowning inside your mouth, I would have met you there, months or a minute sooner, at that place on the corner of … Continue reading Sunday Brunch

A Cosmic Disappointment

I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017

Hard Love

It is a difficult thing, the knowing and the not, and the weight of carrying it all. That we are not of this world and never have been, but perhaps we have been placed here as punishment for living too full and loving too hard against the softness of whatever we are made up of. … Continue reading Hard Love

Fuck Fear – Jason Kynge

Fear. It conjures many images in our mind reading it. But I'm not talking about spiders or my irrational fear of opening a door; afraid someone will burst in at the same time and break my fingers. I mean those fears that come when we enter a relationship. See I had hit a wall awhile … Continue reading Fuck Fear – Jason Kynge

Love Notes From Humanity

I am so pleased, and very honoured, to be included in Feminine Collective's newest treasure alongside these amazing writers. "Curated with love by Feminine Collective, many from this collection have been published on the site since its beginning. Others you will read are new pieces that were written just for this collection. The writers of … Continue reading Love Notes From Humanity

By My Own Admission #5 – S.L. Heaton

By my own admission...dick pics are not welcome here. Gentlemen...oh wait...I'm not talking to you. Let me start over...GUYS...much better! This is for the typical guy...you know the one. He's the one commonly referred to as "douche". How have we arrived at place in this world where sending a "dick pic" has become more common … Continue reading By My Own Admission #5 – S.L. Heaton

Over The Edge – Jason King

  Do you know you're dying.... literally at this moment as you sit there and read this....you are closer to death....tick tick tick....this is an idea.... a thought....that I am obsessed with....because my time here is temporary....one day....just a blink....I will be dust....nothing more than a memory....it used to terrify the fuck out of me....now … Continue reading Over The Edge – Jason King