I Developed A Taste For It

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It

Before The Lights Come Up

Oh she’ll pull you in, all teeth and blood red lips, the way she moves as if she owned the joint, and anyone who steps foot inside. Until the lights come on she will be here clinking glasses filled with cheap champagne and grinding on any available hip she can find, and she'll wink and … Continue reading Before The Lights Come Up

On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

Fine On The Outside

I look fine on the outside, until fine meets perfect when it rolls in, and over the knapweeds taking over my drive at precisely 8:15 a.m., shouting good morning from behind foggy windows. I kiss the little one on her head and exchange fleeting glances full of cynicism and love with the oldest, before I … Continue reading Fine On The Outside

The Old Friend

I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend

The Postman

For my starbrother, Matthew D. Eayre The Postman I don’t even know where to start, ideally it would be sometime after the end of the thing that never had the chance to begin anyway, at least not in this life. It’s a funny thing, to write a letter to someone I have never written a … Continue reading The Postman

Have I Offended You?

Have I offended you enough? Is today the day when you will type your pedantic verses on the not quite organic paper you were lucky enough to find, buried under last year’s lonely hearts Valentine card stock in a flash Friday two for one sale at Chrissy’s Cuts and dollar bargain free-for-all? Have I offended … Continue reading Have I Offended You?