love was the soft light-through-curtains that cast the room nap-time blue. love was the impossible wild strawberries growing through the … More
Author: Fury
Wordsmith, enfant terrible, general lout. You'll find me flouncing about down and out.
I'm writing this here to spare my friends from tearing their hair out. Not much to say, but a lot o
amirite
in the style of Hera Lindsay Bird do u think milo yiannopoulos is popular here because we all loved milo … More
a confession, we both loved the same person at the same time
from memory you were waning while i was waxing they were frustrated by your inability to let go to be just … More
wild abra
you wade through the long grass but i am abra back and forth like pacing email email email call call … More
are a trap / time machines are a trap / time machines
i think of your handwinding back clock-likespring loaded to connect with my cheek like a gongas if the only thing that … More
the colour of bruises
an ex lover in the kebab shop says my bra is too tight because men know these sorts of things … More
Letters with Grannie
Dearest [Fury], I’ve been mulling over writing this epistle to you for many weeks – and this is why! My … More
hunt(h)er
there’s a hunter in my garden he is here for the hydrangeas, the hyacinths to braid into his hair and … More
purloined
they say that when the moon is ripe the earth bulges in the kitchen the fruit bowl is cool to … More
noodle
this morning my legs are your partition last night, your voice drowned my dreams in the hall way a love … More
Fury 