Her body, shapeless like a jewel. Suspended in space she shudders at the sight of all things unholy. Scratch your initials into the flesh of her thigh. Churchyards under starlight. A sequence of images regarding love and loss from autumn through till Spring. Place a wreath upon the lonely soil. Say some words to send Read more

It’s all for you, one way or the other. These words that bubble inside drenched in your scent and so heavy to touch. Underneath your clothes, they pick like fingers at the new horizon. Neon witches drifting in and out of shadow, the time is never right, yet there’s no excuse for calling it quits. Read more

  Dead wombs and anti-matter. Brushing teeth to remove nicotine stains as my fingernails itch through nervous exhaustion- the pain in my gut is there for all to see. Exorcyst girl with bloodied hands gripping the steering wheel. Crashing cars and prophecies of the Bible, they burn in my loins with an equal measure of Read more

Past and present futures. The figure that waits at the foot of the bed. Grinning and insincere, all those mouthed nothings. Those half remembered deaths, exploding in childish minds. Fragments of skull, collecting dust and brittle to the touch. The hanged man, blowing from a tree in lonely fields of scorched corn. His fingers curled, Read more

Lark rising. Sunday school. My second face twisted, a contorted mess of strange desires. On the steps of some holiday home. Blurred photos, and rivers running red. Shopping malls, flooded. Wine and cat whiskers. She caught me drinking milk from a saucer, and I wasn’t even drunk. Sloping roads, and books to be read regarding Read more

  She gazes at her reflection in a parked car. It makes no sense, and as the city swells, her insides paint themselves all down the sidewalk. Cracked pavements and lakes out of view. Bandages to cover signs of personal anguish; to keep together a soul on the verge of coming apart. Parks full of Read more

Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, and nightmares growing Read more

Pistol whipped, and divided by nine  Read more