"She's looking at me." My brother noted, and indeed Drunk Donna was fixed in our direction. She's sat there every day, on the same bench...

I felt it slither, Amongst my thoughts and sensations Oh, Hello Old Friend, Your touch is as cold as ever, Yet makes me sweat. It's as...

There’s an image in my mind. I see it on repeat. Knife cutting skin Bones underneath And once you break them, A lump. Beating...

In the absence of company I hear my voice. It’s a little quiet, Broken from disuse But its melody is sweet. It reminds me who I am. ...