“Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper”

It’s 2am. Let’s strive to find a bit of poetry in this “Message to my Ex,” one that I coined this evening in the notes on my phone. I’ll never send it. I’d much rather show it to you. So, the following is a copy-and-paste-poem with selections from my unsent message. Perhaps someone out thereContinue reading ““Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper””

“A Novel Deposition”

Written as I reflected on the disaster that is my minimalistic love life. I thought to myself, why did I read all that romance? I screwed myself up in the head. I was too easily drawn into what you might term ‘consent’. But what is consent when men use persuasion to attain it? Who’s toContinue reading ““A Novel Deposition””