A poem by H Dawood about trauma and recovery
Spendthrift
A not-quite short story exploring the complexities of dating and sexual intimacy while dealing with an eating disorder.
A series of bad things
A three-part poem about sexual assault.
Taboo
Forks scrape against plates and the word just hangs there Dripping.
Misread
A poem about sexual assault, by a former best friend.
Sarah
Sarah is a vein, a dark thread in the meat they process for the chicken tenders.
9 weeks
With candlesticks and Midsummer Commons we laughed, the sunset never stopped our light, we were kids with a limbo-like future.
Embryo
You open your mouth wide, I peer into the greasy tunnel. I got lost in there, I slipped on all the surfaces.
Fixations of Little Consequence & Unflinching
We want it so much that we succumb to the illusion. Talking circles with a distinct sort of nausea. Flagrant on our own accord so don't believe every thought you think, fool.
Blueprint 