The Silver Quill

I didn't ask for you, I never do. Just when I'm thinking life couldn't be better, There you are. Smiling at me, Laughing blue eyes Framed by dark curls. Looking exactly as you would if things had been different; If fate had been kind. I've nev… more »

[The obligatory vampire poem, without which I would lose my Goth card] I do all the right things: Leave open the window When I go to bed, Inviting intrusion. I carefully arrange my body So my throat is bare, Vulnerable. In a room empty Of reli… more »

[originally published in Teemings] Do you have any idea what time it is?Oh, you need me again, do you? What is it this time? She left you, again, didn't she? I told you. Didn't I tell you? What the hell does that mean? Of course I car… more »