Writing not to escape, but to confront. Words to rub salt into open wounds. Beauty in the haunting revelations that trickle out like blood from a cut wrist. Don’t pout. Don’t look for admiration. This mess we call living is neither admirable nor charming. We are not victims. We are not survivors. Existence is Read more

Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball while sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, and the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy their magic, Read more

The last time I wrote anything was over fifteen months ago. Since then, I became obsessed with the ghost of my ex-girlfriend, got engaged to another, lost our baby, and left my place of residence for the last eight years. There are too many lonely roads and too much death. My next door neighbour died Read more

Stress rash as the hours disappear out of reach. Dreams of glory whilst living the life of no one. Sucking on a cigarette as anxiety forces my hand to write words that aren’t forthcoming. All that was needed was sleep, yet the mind has final say. Boring lovers, not really lovers. Romance the same, they Read more

  Sometime today, a jet crashed onto a motorway killing several people, yet all I can do is wonder what she looks like with no clothes on. Plunging from the sky and exploding into a ball of fire, those driving were snuffed out in a mess of flames and crunched steel. Plumes of smoke as Read more

It starts with an absence of light. Dead lovers with their arms holding you tighter and tight. The shame on my face makes it easy to see, even when no one else is looking. In fact, it’s always so much harder when no one else is looking. Walking through fields of trees, nature makes me Read more

  Whiskey in some cheap hotel room, as cheap as dreams and thin bedsheets. Pissing in the sink while dead to the world, then stumbling around not wanting to fall into the clutches of sleep. Junk food. Greasy hair. Naked as the bath runs while the sound of two lovers fucking leaves me feeling hyper Read more

  Evening star as the streets call us home. Barely existing, yet alive in each other’s arms. There’s a time to be silent. In the middle of a storm when the town turns its back on us, and when those around are lost in the need to breathe. Captured in a single photograph, a girl Read more