Far From Ruins

From all of my experience with men, I've come to the conclusion that I should probably not have any more experience with men. Almost five years of abstinence. Five years! I am like a de-flowered virgin. A contradiction, I know. What can I say? I contain multitudes. In all honesty, sex is so overrated while … Continue reading Far From Ruins


There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, steps leading to steps that abruptly fall away to nothing. It’s something to walk these halls followed by and following the echoes of my footsteps like mischievous sprites leading me astray. Each corridor is different as if it were some bizarre cubist masterpiece, deconstructed … Continue reading Ghost