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Sometimes I write. I’m particularly fond of poetry, but there are some other writing forms here. Some are experiments, others are reflections on emotions or events. Some are very old and probably not very good. Some are new and also not very good.

coming out

I came out when I was 10 / “Gay” is a slur that none of us understand / It cuts anyway…
dancers

Cold skin, warm heart. / On a pedestal, exposed. Seen. / Curves and motion examined…
sessions

Thoughts and feelings, / Overwhelming. passions and / Truths. multiple and deafening…
face

I wear it. / The face of happiness, / while it boils beneath…
the tree

The tree beckons. / Its twisted limbs reaching out, / calling, / summoning…
for your safety

Thirty seven thousand feet. / THE VOMIT-METER, / says the mauve paper in the seat in front…
under the light of a dying star

Under the light of a dying star, Aaron McBarnes sits in front of his television…
and so the wheel turns

And so the wheel turns. / The bracken breaks beneath my feet, / As these words roll over my tongue…
The Groaning Worm (Part II)

The magicians and phonetic monsters / Have their ministries; they waste alongside the terror, / Never tasting it; their exhortations are faltering…
USER ERROR

I looked at the pair of figures lying motionless in the dark, damp room. Water dripped from a pipe nearby and the smell of blood filled my nostrils…