My spine is a fret board, I feel electricity in my hair. The bass just hit me and the drums turn the tips of my fingers into claws. We’re sandwiched between each other and now they’re playing my favourite song, you know the one from the debut. You’re twirling, I don’t know why. You lookContinue reading “That Night”
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The Body Keeps The Score
Before we left, before the final barbs, before the hurt, before the anger, before the indifference, I knew. I knew that the kindness was performative, that you’re an imposter. I knew that you study others, because you are dead inside. Before goodbye, the smiles, winks, studied lines, I knew it was only a matter ofContinue reading “The Body Keeps The Score”
Uncertain Choreography
Tentatively, I dim the cheerful banality of morning radio, dialling down the forced fun and drinking industrial strength coffee, trying to shake myself awake. It feels like new terrain, despite the fact that I grew up here. It’s both origin story and Version 2.0 : director’s cut. I’m the main character in a remake fewContinue reading “Uncertain Choreography”
Hit The North 