Love

Why Should Love Be Lonely

Why Should Love Be Lonely By Paul McCann I’m happy but this feeling eats me up inside . I want to talk to you but you runaway and hide . You always...

Death: A Mouth

This memory's as thick As all the blankets You entrapped me in To pepper up your words You wrapped and drowned me As I blazed away each letter To the...

Wicker and Stone and Coral (Part 3)

In which a sacrifice is made to the old gods.

My Sunny Friend

My Sunny Friend By Paul McCann Though winter’s left me blue there’s something I know is true I’ve got a sunny friend like you , I open my eye to a...
Cherry

Wicker and Stone and Coral (Part 2)

In which the journey begins and each learns some about the other.

The Embers Of Love

Embers Of Love By Paul McCann Love is a passionate flame , like an incense burning and the fragrance is rising , higher and higher , hypnotising my...

Her.

I saw you today. My heart beat so loud i thought you would hear it. You saw me too. But we didn't talk, we never do. You were with someone, I didn't...

Miss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 2)

Cognitive disintegration became more and more likely the longer this pattern of sleeping and anhedonia and coasting lasted. It started to manifest as...

Miss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 1)

I’m no Don Juan. I’ve not even loved each of them equally as a Don Juan might. Two have mattered more to me than any: one a shot of dopamine, the...

Wicker and Stone and Coral (Part 1)

Lester Holcombe hated his bicycle. He loved it and admired it and felt terribly attached to it, but he hated it. Didn’t he hate it? No, he wished he...