Drinking an Irish Coffee during my late-night job
application process, it becomes clear that not even
coffee and whiskey can lift my optimism….
application process, it becomes clear that not even
coffee and whiskey can lift my optimism….
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Amy-Jean Muller writes poetry, creative non-fiction, fiction, columns and opinion pieces. Her work is distinctively raw, leaving the reader with a punch in the gut after the final punctuation. Her ability to investigate emotion so precisely, makes even the most personal subjects seem universal and shared. Each word is considered and cut down to the point where only the most important ideas remain.
Her ability to research and source inspiration from history, art, mythology, psychology and culture, makes each piece of work layered with symbolism and woven with meaning. More than simple navel gazing, her subjects are taboo, confrontational, personal and obscure. She explores the kind of human honesty that cuts you to the bone and merges it with emotion to rub salt in the wound.
Each step marked the weight of my burdens
up and down
on train tracks
beside wood….
up and down
on train tracks
beside wood….
You crushed tablets under a glass
empty from the last of
the whiskey….
empty from the last of
the whiskey….
It’s when you assume I’m wrong
then think to correct me
or stare blankly at my tits
then make eye contact with my cunt…
then think to correct me
or stare blankly at my tits
then make eye contact with my cunt…
I spit in your mouth
a little
Then cover your slumber gently with a pillow where the soft cotton shields your eyes
and the draped fabric smothers your face…
a little
Then cover your slumber gently with a pillow where the soft cotton shields your eyes
and the draped fabric smothers your face…
I remember when I stole cigarettes
from my childhood friend’s father
And when I sucked….
from my childhood friend’s father
And when I sucked….
Sitting down to enjoy an aperitif of cognac Hennessey VSOP I open my laptop. To be honest, it’s an unpopular opinion to sip on the drink to sooth the twist of my Hiatus Hernia, but I’ve become accustomed to the ritual, knowing it’ll help the nagging throb…
My health insurance ran out
so my therapist asked me about
Drug use?…
What is it about hearing your birth date being called out that makes you beam inside like an idiot? Perhaps it’s in a meeting or calendar invite, and for some reason…
When you asked if I
remembered the black ink
from all the writing…
remembered the black ink
from all the writing…
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?…
I remember when Santa came to repossess the car on Christmas Day
He rang the doorbell
and there were no surprises…
He rang the doorbell
and there were no surprises…
I have a small bird in my pocket
and I keep him because there is no room for more in my heart
the others flight and flutter…
and I keep him because there is no room for more in my heart
the others flight and flutter…
Mutual masturbation is a moment shared with very specific rules and expectations, generally, you should both agree to do it, or at the very least, know it’s happening…
It’s hard to masturbate in
the psych clinic
because the lady in the bed
next to you…
the psych clinic
because the lady in the bed
next to you…
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…
Don’t talk to me like I’m some
thin
frail piece of porcelain
about to crack…
thin
frail piece of porcelain
about to crack…
Your temper blasted off like the confetti on the birthday you told me
I was nothing.
Conveniently forgotten during a three volley salute…
I was nothing.
Conveniently forgotten during a three volley salute…
It’s not the same
unless you let him pull it really hard from behind
until there’s a vicious arch in
your spine…
unless you let him pull it really hard from behind
until there’s a vicious arch in
your spine…
Grief sits with you like the stink of a dog
who snaps at your heels when you try rescue him from the mud.
You haul him on your back despite the stench…
who snaps at your heels when you try rescue him from the mud.
You haul him on your back despite the stench…
Drinking the same whiskey you had drunk
that night
I wonder if the burn numbed the taste of the metal shooting out your teeth…
that night
I wonder if the burn numbed the taste of the metal shooting out your teeth…
What does it mean to be a lady? Standing in silence
with my marketing client beside the plastic white
dance floor at the after party of the awards ceremony…
with my marketing client beside the plastic white
dance floor at the after party of the awards ceremony…
Cynicism comes in many flavours; just like the
bittersweet taste of the cheap Mojito shared with
Chad talking about his recent gap year in Cuba…
bittersweet taste of the cheap Mojito shared with
Chad talking about his recent gap year in Cuba…
Susan’s birthday
brought with it a delirious sing along in the lounge
and the psychiatrist actually smiled,
then Kathryn made…
brought with it a delirious sing along in the lounge
and the psychiatrist actually smiled,
then Kathryn made…
Lonely, cross-country trips lead me to find bibles in the drawers of off track motels
and when I’d thumb,
flip…
and when I’d thumb,
flip…
I buried the last one of them,
then decided to overthrow the government.
I thought, ‘Let the devil…
then decided to overthrow the government.
I thought, ‘Let the devil…
Fuck the man who drinks too much
who skirts over his words,
and
fuck the man…
who skirts over his words,
and
fuck the man…