Max QuinnThe GloopLife spills to the beat from a loose hand Spin, shuffle dances on sticky night club floors Picked up by old Reeboks and Air Max soles It…Mar 23, 2019Mar 23, 2019
Max QuinnBetting SlipsNothing seems to change but the type of distraction Suits glued to phones miss fiends cutting fractions ‘Miss please’, says the beggar but…Dec 30, 2016Dec 30, 2016
Max Quinn1:17amA boozy shriek punctuates A roads Pockets lose change Crowds lose order Minds lose everything A city tries to find itselfDec 18, 2016Dec 18, 2016
Max QuinnWhere shadows go to dieI’ve long stopped pretending to be a morning person. Tired of snoozing alarms five, six, seven times. Tired of being tired. Instead, I wake…Sep 12, 2016Sep 12, 2016
Max QuinnLostThe venom in her spittle betrayed false apathy, a chisel tongue whipping the air.Jul 20, 2016Jul 20, 2016
Max QuinnThe Mad OnesHe’s depressed. She’s mad. His mood swings this way. Her mood swings that.Mar 27, 2016Mar 27, 2016
Max QuinnShadowIn my dream, death follows me everywhere I go She looks out from every anxious pause, every hue and noteMar 25, 2016Mar 25, 2016
Max QuinnSepia SunsetsHe drew greys across a golden sunset to keep her eyes on him Pulled clouds over blue skies to dull their flames.Mar 23, 2016Mar 23, 2016
