Lily Freeah Leoma

At the time, prearranged, she’ll sit at a small round table as low-rise trousers paint strokes across the floor. For a minute, she’ll watch ...

Walking home from work I am struck by the silence. Two white wardrobe doors sit horizontally against a low wall, their doors frosted glass o...

i never liked white sheets  before i thought they showed up too many secrets -  cat shit on the pillow blood leaking out from places it wasn...

Tight knot at the back of my neck, two tight knots, from muscular nots lining either side of my spine, filling my head with sleep, creeping ...

I said that I would buy the flowers myself. I said this despite finding their names off-puttingly medicinal and reminiscent of foot cream. T...

swallow fish and barnacle rock, steep steps up but harder down on heel-press, cut, want to bone. not having the right words for this new cou...

I have lived before, and imagined, and written, and been read - but when life is very hard, these things feel impossible to acknowledge or r...

break (verb) to (cause something to) separate suddenly or violently into two or more pieces, or to (cause something to) stop working by bein...

I want you to imagine falling in love with something so completely that all you want is to be drowned by rain. I want you to think of the li...

  It was late as I left the opera house and I felt constricted by the tragedy of everything I’d seen and only half-understood. I liked to li...

  A story of you I am meant to be writing a story, so I’ll write a story of you.  One You are underground, growing into spores and fungi,  l...