April 3

Creepypasta

Six pasta parcels presented themselves on the plate. Red wine jus dripped from the glass menagerie. Clawing at my knuckles amid chuckles from the table opposite. Peas split and I spat out my fears into the face of the person I love. We celebrated the day in our normal way, me in bed and he on a bicycle. Weaving in dream lanes lacing spokes, an articulated lorry thrust my butterbreath. My hips crumpled on the staircase as I grasped at cakes with eggs on top. A caramel catastrophe caught on camera. Gluteal muscles gnawing.

Twinging all the way to the seaside. Looking out over a wrecked cargo ship full of explosives. Sighing in the mist. We kissed.

Grimacing through the ache, en route to the lobster/love shack. You ate mussels and I cuddled a daiquiri, nursing my nerves. I sat on the shingle and wrote a poem about birth certificates and a review of Belly‘s Christmas 2022 acoustic release. Saccharine sounds soothing in the cool surf. Pirate pups on my lap, saving the day. Along with pastel-coloured stickers and washi tape.

I posted an envelope full of coasters to Wiltshire. Signing, coasters from the coast.

 

April 2

Dear Diary

Thank you for waking me up this morning
Inspiring me to look outside
And within
To find strength
In a place of loss

Counting off the hours
Assigning rituals
To minutes
Pointless
But grounding me here

Documenting
My wake
My wash
My wait
My words

Gluing memories to the page
Reminding me to stay in place

April 1

Afraid of the dark

A podgy chick
Brickin’ it
At the thought of something
Unknown
Near/far from home

Meeting folks
And ghosts
On a journey
Of growth
On their own

With others
Advising
Surprising
Summarising
What they love

Above

April 30

Be back later

The sun beamed down
Upon my face
As I imagined myself
Back in the Lanes

The courtyard cutting
Through my daze
For days
I wandered

To the stationery store
Mint green outside
Gold inside the door
Ready to write

Scribbled notes held tight
This is the place I want
To be my home
The place I want to die

I thought I’d never come back