The Waiting Game

I gripped the ladder fiercely until my knuckles whitened and my bones complained at the strain. I remained this way, like a rigor mortised superhero until my mind associated the tight throttling hold on the wood with the concept of choking someone; at which point I let go, momentarily, alarmed by the violence of my …

The Rings

Almost everything about my funeral was perfect. My body rested, awaiting its captive audience, in the church hall over night. A Catholic tradition only afforded to true believers of the faith. My entire family gathered and told stories of my better days. They remembered my contagious laughter, my love for them, and how I would …

Tying The Knot

Today we tied the knot. When I woke up this morning my hands hit the alarm clock and absorbed its vibrato shrilling. I had been up most of the night, anxious, but I put that aside quickly by reminding myself of the future. There was a lot to do to get ready! I shaved carefully, …

Ironman

My friends used to call William “Ironman” because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We’d only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion… I remember that when we …

Golden Cap

Bracken scratches up to the thighs of every fighter who ends a hard-fought journey here. It tumbles down the back of the sharp cliff climb. A border between now and then that separates us from the arteraic pathway littered with pinecones and bruised bluebells through the clotted woods It ends before the Western drop off …

On Grief

I told the psychiatrist: “It’s not that I want to die now she’s dead, that’s not it specifically… it’s more… like magnets. You put us on opposite sides of the veil and of course they’re going to cling to it, yearning for the other side.”

You’ll Never Die

They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die. Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves. Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place …