When I lost my heart I thought I’d lost something weak, something breakable and meek. But finding it, to my surprise, I had a heart that was strong, loving and wise.

Mireille works at the brothel at the end of Rue d'Amboise. She doesn't mind what she does; it keeps her in stockings and absinthe – and paint, which is a very expensive item for a very expensive hobby for a woman such as herself, Madame always tells her. 'But why not have expensive tastes whenContinue reading "Mireille"

Inquisitive darting to and fro With no real place to go but this way Or that and you’re so tremendously Fat for your kind Place my finger above the bowl and watch You taste and with apparent distaste for the Morsel that it isn’t twist your Transparent chemical delicate bone a small cut Into fleshContinue reading "Gold fish"

2. you drop hardly heavy to the naked sky but huge hole you make with nothing to show for your being but the monotony you break 5. quiet hush do not speak woman place be humble be meek quiet hush do not want woman place be servant offer cunt quiet hush do not see woman placeContinue reading "The Lamentations of Dolores Day"

I figured Max probably had three items of clothing he wore on rotation. I had time to think about this when I got stuck in a conversation with him earlier this week. As he mumbled about his dead dog and its mange that had brought the neighbourhood's ire down on it like blades – probably theContinue reading "Max"