Nothing Changes if Nothing Changes

"I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same" - David Bowie   Lying under the covers, I check my phone to confirm the alarm feature is turned on. As I tally up the … Continue reading Nothing Changes if Nothing Changes

Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

Jellyfish

His name was Duke. A delicious, twenty-something tall drink of London with dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and sun-kissed abs. I usually dug the Mario’s and Antonio’s of the world, but with Duke, I made an exception. He was the precursor to David Beckham, only without the tanorexic Spice wife, four kids and bank roll. … Continue reading Jellyfish