WRITING

When you fall asleep

I spit in your mouth

a little

Then cover your slumber gently with a pillow where the soft cotton shields your eyes

Last Call: Becky’s Birthday

What is it about hearing your birth date being called out that makes you beam inside like an idiot?

Close to the Bone

You know that cry you get when the love of your life dies? The one that sounds like your dead lover is pulling you down into the grave with them, or as least tearing at your tethered souls, to perhaps; apologize?

VERSIFICATION JAN 2021 DEALING IN SANITY

My health insurance ran out

so my therapist asked me about

Dealing in Sanity

My health insurance ran out

so my therapist asked me about

Drug use?

Last Call: Toasting and Cumming

Last Call: The taste of unpopular opinions

Sitting down to enjoy an aperitif of cognac Hennessey VSOP I open my laptop. To be honest, it’s an unpopular opinion

EMERGE LITERARY JOURNAL DEC 2020 POCKET

I have a small bird in my pocket

and I keep him because there is no room for more

in my heart

VERSIFICATION DEC 2020 CHRISTMAS DAY

CLOSE TO THE BONE 4.4 NOVEMBER 2020 YOUR HAIR WOMAN

It’s not the same unless you let him pull it really hard from behind until there’s an vicious arch in your spine.

CLOSE TO THE BONE 4.4 NOVEMBER 2020 ALL DEAD MEN

I have a small bird in my pocket

and I keep him because there is no room for more

in my heart

CLOSE TO THE BONE 4.4 NOVEMBER 2020 I’M NOT PORCELAIN

Don’t talk to me like I’m some thin frail piece of porcelain about to crack at your pressure

THE DAILY DRUNK NOVEMBER 2020

Sex parties are strange affairs, there’s always a lot of finger food. At least there’s always a table of snacks of some sort, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one concerned about the potential chilli content and hidden

VERSIFICATION NOVEMBER 2020 LIGHTS OUT

I have a small bird in my pocket

and I keep him because there is no room for more

in my heart

THE DAILY DRUNK OCTOBER 2020

Don’t talk to me like I’m some thin frail piece of porcelain about to crack at your pressure

VERSIFICATION OCTOBER 2020 SWALLOW HARD

EMERGE LITERARY JOURNAL SEPT 2020 DAVID DIDNT SPEAK

I have a small bird in my pocket

and I keep him because there is no room for more

in my heart

VERSIFICATION SEPTEMBER 2020 STICKY

Lonely, cross-country trips lead me to find

STONE OF MADNESS PRESS SEPT 2020 VISITING HOURS

MONTHLY CONTRIBUTOR

Amy-Jean is an artist, writer and poet from South Africa who lives and works in London. She dabbles in Transgressive Fiction and is currently in the throws of finishing her first

VERSIFICATION AUGUST 2020 PUNCH

Please trike the place on my neck