Welcome to The Writers Workshop…

‘my lamp flickers dimly.’: that’s now the best line i can write. what more can i say, i have nothing left to give up. drained of poetry, my words are too ugly to share. first i lost my loved ones. then i lost my reputation and name. then with so little left, i squirmed through […]

your body at attention, darling, so maddens me. your scent calls from your secret’s labyrinth. lean into me, warm as teardrops. enfold my head with silence. in this, our sanctuary, you’re our garden’s keeper, crowned by songs of guava-ripeness: i love you here, now, surrendering a verse to our moment: bien que je rêve seulement, […]

death is often a shabby business in [fiction]. it happens in depressing bedrooms, bloody bathtubs, shattered cars, bleak alleys. its victims are cast down empty of life. here is [someone] who says, i see it coming, i will face it, i will not turn away, i will observe it as long as my eyes and […]