Extract from a Lost Chat Log

If I could talk to you now I would ask why, at thirteen, you scored the word fuck on your … More

qmunicreate #01: Freedom

Welcome to qmunicreate, qmunicate’s brand new section dedicated to all things poetry and prose! For each edition we’ll be posting … More

Sweaty palms. Heart beating- not racing, not quite, but still an unsteady quickening thump, thump, thump. “You like that? Wow. … More

I’m waiting again. That’s all I do these days. Waiting. It’s the only thing I can do. Every day I … More

We wake early for the drive towards the sea Pack everything into our small car until it’s full to burst … More

I found the Stripling cowering under the van in my dad’s garage. They were like a stray, scared animal – … More

I want to be a beard of foam A coherent string of words Sand drifting through fingertips A smooth round … More