Like my mother

Dear God, I think once the lecture is over and I’m the only one standing in the courtyard of the physics building, I do not ask you to lighten my burden, just to give me a stronger back. I start walking up the small hill towards the library. You made me wild, like my mother. You made me…

Like the stars

I love you like the stars, I whisper in the darkness. I am alone and the clock on the bedside table helpfully tells me that it’s just a quarter past 3. Not in the scientific sense, not like giant balls of plasma that go round and round forever out of my reach. I breathe in and let…

Thoughts on poetry

Some poems are prose in disguise. (Forget Marvell, forget Marlowe, you can always stay up past the hour of solitude and write again.) And some nightmares are covered in blessings, much like the way monsters tend to come out at night (as they do, as they do). If you want to change the world you need…

His wish

I woke up with a swallowed scream and adrenaline forcing its way through my veins. Shakily, I reached for the bedside table and glanced at the alarm clock, it was 3 am. I let out a breath full of pain and the taste of old fear was bitter on my tongue; I pulled the covers…