Monthly Archives: January 2016

Grassington. Stones strewn across the hillside like a lazy monument to those best forgotten. He stands by a stile, smiling, my indomitable brother. Through a forest, a path carved aggressively, gravel lined an awkward wound through the foliage. The canopy … Continue reading →

Even in therapy, I think, I couldn’t be honest. For months I’d talk around the issue. The immediate is harrowing, impossible, and my ability to interpret, to express that is lacking. At times, it feels like I can only communicate … Continue reading →

It comes from within. A feeling. Something unsettling, lying there, lurking just beneath the surface. With time, with all this fucking time, it seems to become a neutral state, and so you try to accept. It can feel like this … Continue reading →

You drink enough so that it blurs. It makes it easier. I shouldn’t be able to read something I wrote six years ago that is so poignant and heart breaking that it nearly makes me sick, something that cuts through … Continue reading →