Mottled Memories
The pretending that goes into polite conversation is akin to lifting and walking in slow motion each leg into and out of boggy sinking sucking mud that engulfs each step each foot and every word echos its insignificance across the universe. It has to be admired how everyone makes it look easy. They smile, exchange... Continue Reading →
I can’t breathe. Where I am supposed to be, how I am supposed to behave has left my body. I have forgotten, or perhaps knowing was never with me. I am living in a mountain of twisted versions of thoughts and ideas being palmed off as logic and something resembling real, written by self-serving cunts. ... Continue Reading →
A photon opened your letter and skipped across the page on its way back to the sun and forgot what it read With speed like massless particles your letter lodged itself inside my sensors alongside light and other things Words masquerading as coherent negotiating their way around my synapses like decaying serotonin from a decade... Continue Reading →
Roy is different, Roy is quirky, Roy doesn’t abide by society's expectations and he is not following a rule book. He is not after a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a dog. Roy doesn’t have any kind of routine. He gets up at 11am on the weekend, and then the day disappears and we... Continue Reading →
Holly Melino 