This is where you can find all of my fiction, including Gravedigger. This way, some of my other work - I know some of you are fond of White Fire Brother in particular - will not get lost in my gallery.
VivisectedTo look at myself I cut me upVivisected by Autumn-Hills
slab me out
like broken grammar
wet with blood
and read between the steaks
that are my substance.
I always mess my hands
and see them small in the baby sink
white porcelain and allotment mud
school toilet flashback
paper towels rough and blue
hear the ghost voices screaming behind my head.
What do I get for self-slaughter?
Headaches and horizons
a sense of distance
from the me of bruised knees and fists.
Skinny. Blue and grey.
A swinging gate made of bars.
Can’t get away from wanting to get away,
my sleeping head is full of roads.
Bad food and bad patterns plug the dike
that and empty pockets.
I’ve got enough to tie myself up
with sugar and salt for a cure.
I am the sum of my prime cuts.
Maybe more. In invented spaces
in fire and music and skin and sex
there’s some me fragment
that doesn’t need a doctor.
That doesn’t need.
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches by summernightangel
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
Some facial hair. A living room. Glasses. Hair parting.|
Current Residence: Great Yarmouth / Northampton - United Kingdom
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Erm, XL probably
Favourite genre of music: Rock usually, but anything that I like the sound of
Favourite photographer: Nomis Sivraj
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: iPod nano
Wallpaper of choice: Montage of Naruto characters
Skin of choice: I like my skin. It keeps my insides in.
Favourite cartoon character: Kyouraku Shunsui
Personal Quote: Fair enough.