It’s not that she wasn’t happy for her sister, far from it. Nadia only wished she could hold on to her for a little longer.
I sway and I spin, I smile. Sometimes even in perfect moments, you begin to feel the cold creep in.
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
You die if you worry, die if you don’t. I laughed the first time he said it. I hadn’t heard it before.
Today I woke up slightly ill and with a sense of nostalgia that was only just bearable.
A glimpse into a young woman’s summer working in a quaint town in Provence on the night of an open-air concert.
Deirdre Murphy died on the 11th June, exactly three years after she should have died of a stroke. She was a despicable old bat, a snobby try hard, an utter sour puss, to name a few of her nicknames.
It’s hard being a poet in 2020
Which is when this will be published
If you have the GUTS to publish it
Which I doubt
Being bitter & twisted
Appel turns his professional interest in the workings of the human mind to a narrative exploration of the reasons we tell lies.
My grandfather who was not gay was born in 1930 in Seville, Andalusia. He worked as an itinerant labourer for the señoritos, the rich landlords, tending their olive trees and their domesticated animals.
He was a black hole in a suit. An abyss in a necktie. And he sat down next to her on the train.
In the worst of Anna’s dreams, Eric is always at his best: more alert, more alive, and more charming than she can remember.