Moleskine Pages - Memento Mori

Once they'd seen him, they could never unsee him. They cried rivers.

Moleskine Pages - Don't Come In

Talking required too much energy, so she began to communicate silently. They mistook her lack of words for sullenness. Her mind wandered never settling anywhere for long. They knew how to bring her back.

Moleskine Pages - R. White's Lemonade

She sang their birth, their life and death. She sang their sky, their air and earth. As she sang, their roots took hold, grew deep and stitched them together in a holy union. As they stood still they boomed, flowered and fruited. The cycle rolled on. We hummed along when we forgot the words.

Moleskine Pages- Love Letters

She presented him with unsolicited gifts and showered him with awkward attention. She couldn't hand him her still beating heart so she handed him her still bloody first born instead. He just wanted to fuck her.

Moleskine Pages- The Family Feast

She rescued her proto-siblings from the family secrets box and made them into the party centre piece. Most chose to ignore the theme, the rest were uncomfortably enthusiastic. It took over twenty skewers to still the moving feast and a lifetime for the gusts to forget.

Moleskine Pages- His Weight

Even the most extraordinary events become mundane through constant exposure. Our minds are programmed to accept matters and over time we becomes numb and inured. I don't think this needs any further explanation.

Moleskine Pages- Flea Circus

'The art is to conceal the art.'