Attempts at Sanity

I went into the dark ages and was hung as a witch to find my sanity. Yellow foul coated my throat. I went on a journey across timelines to find my sanity, guided by an avatar called M. Chapel perilous, ghosts in the app, to the moon and back. Got caught in a loop where… Continue reading Attempts at Sanity

Parallel #4: Widdershins

A giant spider with a girl’s head sidles up the embankment We know about her Kicking up the dust Making sculptures from time Keep the ghosts of memory close Surround yourself with images Representations of security Jaded Going backwards now Fragments and then fullness Return from the swarm of bats Widdershins Sounds so sinister But… Continue reading Parallel #4: Widdershins

Journal Sequence #14: Beautiful Hailstones [I am you]

The first rule of autofiction is that no one admits they’re writing autofiction. They’ll refer to ‘my narrator’ and ‘the plot’ as though they were something other than parts of the author themselves. They are, of course, parts that are not generally accepted explorations. A narrator can indulge in solipsism but a person cannot. The… Continue reading Journal Sequence #14: Beautiful Hailstones [I am you]

Journal Sequence #10: Desktop Sunshine [Exit]

Self-indulgence is a dirty word, and yet we are expected to know who we are. Is it feminine to write the personal? Tear everything up, Kafka said in his diary. And I hear him loud. Ash takes my head in his hands. He is naked. I see his tattooed arms and his slick hair. He… Continue reading Journal Sequence #10: Desktop Sunshine [Exit]

Journal Sequence #9: There are Snakes Inside [Dreamframe]

But there are snakes inside. One coils ever tighter around my heart and laughs. Another guards the rib cage, all smug. Another shoots venom into my gut. Another squeezes its head into my skull and talks to you through my mouth, my eyes. My breath, my only weapon. Exhale. Expand. Robots, the lot of them.… Continue reading Journal Sequence #9: There are Snakes Inside [Dreamframe]

Journal Sequence #7: Liminal People

What happened to all the moments in between? Surely in their darkness they hold the key to all this. Or have I truly moved from one scene to the next as though through a portal? Where do we go when we’re inside a portal? Where are we when we’re in between? We are liminal people,… Continue reading Journal Sequence #7: Liminal People

Journal Sequence #6: Intended Viewer [Stink is Gone]

I found my soul today. [Back to Land by Wooden Shjips plays] Oh, when that fog clears. It’s just… The stink is gone. The stink is GONE. Long, sharp acrylic nails painted sapphire blue. Rings on fingers, bangles on wrists. Curling, twisting, dancing. Embodying the freedom. Forwards backwards outwards inwards. And I see the fire… Continue reading Journal Sequence #6: Intended Viewer [Stink is Gone]

Journal Sequence #5: Notes from Hypnogogia

1. Retreat into a comfortable mental zone. Maybe one layer down. Think of a tree. A single trunk from which all branches grow. Sturdy, Dependable. Organic. 2. The towers stretching into the sky – human constructs – now gone. Melted away and replaced with visions of an unbound realm. 3. Escape from Space. Threads floating… Continue reading Journal Sequence #5: Notes from Hypnogogia

Travelogue #1: Transparent Woman [Early Photographs of the Moon]

I “If you are not able to imagine you will not be able to thrive.” Girija Kaimal But it’s [deep] midnight, and the waters are lapping at the shore. There’s moonlight. Possibly a boat, but no rescue. Calm, but not serene. Infinite, doomful wisdom. Torrential rain and howling wind, I crouch in my hut. I… Continue reading Travelogue #1: Transparent Woman [Early Photographs of the Moon]

Journal Sequence #4: Minor Fractal Loops [You Can’t Keep Doing This]

As I writhed in a pool of tears, and blood dripped from two fresh wounds in my arm, my best friend looked me in the eye and said: you can’t keep doing this. It was the end of our friendship in the sense that our symbiosis would never be the same, but it was those… Continue reading Journal Sequence #4: Minor Fractal Loops [You Can’t Keep Doing This]