the heel press

A Marrow Ocean II: Anorexic Apples We drained our bones and slept alone at the bottom of a marrow ocean. Tucked int...

It troubles me that soon I will be doing this breakfast with someone else. It won’t be you stirring coffee ov...

Petals fall. Like rain drops, On an empty street. Grey clouds hide the sun. The glass window, Is fogged. The rose w...

Two or three times a year we swam, marco-poloed guided by underwater lights and speeding cars on a Kyalami highway. ...

Rotting nest of weed knotted bile between my ribs: Your underbelly scrapes my upper belly and prods my flesh thin....

I. An aubade, In the night, For those who scorn      The light, For those who know...

Poof .   Purple firecrackers dance about, all swirly-whirly above my head.   I’m not sure...

The gift is from my uncle; packaged with tight ribbon in brown paper, handle with care stamped onto the side. It is a...

I wish, sometimes That there were stars To wish upon. My intentions smeared By city smoke & ink, But the chimne...

0   I used to watch my hands find small rainbows on the carpet.   I would lay thin pa...