When the words come, I imagine taking her from behind. When I come, I picture her open-mouthed to the empty heavens with a silent sigh escaping her tightened throat. The city so dark and dangerous, she looks out the window as I drink beer wishing I was dead. Living is so limiting, and the… Read more

  Lost in the wreckage of a car crash with pieces of metal in your belly, I attempt to lift up your skirt, but you just push me aside. Teeth marks in my left hand while you play piano. Such beautiful sounds you make, but as the blood flows from our wounds, the atmosphere turns… Read more

Ladybirds and flies somewhere between the gates of heaven and hell. Writing as a gift. Writing as a curse. Waste yourself on inverted chambers others would’ve left behind at the very first chance, and as she wraps a towel around her head, I pull her close and sink my fingers deep within. Blinking echoes of… Read more

  Assassinated beauty. The death of innocence in the time it takes to say your name. Alison. A lover broken by the hands of another. Not a devil or a beast, just some guy afraid of the light in your shining eyes. A portrait of life in a captured still. Darkness always lurking. The big… Read more

The same time comes around each evening. A little music, a few beers. The words flowing, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Visions of leaping lovers who gave up on the world. Their faces forever frozen, I still can’t figure out if they were happy or sad when the world they raced towards was the world they… Read more

  The days disappear. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t look any older, yet I know I am. Thirty-one years, gone. Thousands of days escaped, along with thousands of dreams. With nothing to show except regret, there are times when it all gets too much. Writing. Love. The taste of beer as… Read more

  Strange music as her diet of sunlight leaves me feeling empty. Breast cancer for beginners. I’m doing the best I can; only there comes a point when my best isn’t good enough. Drinking tea while sat in the garden wishing for a tsunami to wipe us all away. No words, for words just don’t… Read more

  Loneliness and Shakespeare. Aching balls and funeral marches, from one lover to the next. Picking out veins then slipping them into the kitchen sink, they bleed without reason. Shaking hands and blowjobs. The need to be seen, and the need to feel real. I require neither. To be as far removed as possible. To… Read more

  Spitting blood into the toilet, I inspect my teeth, but none are loose. Pissing to drown everything around me, the ache in my lower back is momentary. Acid reflux and the landscape of nude women that wave from afar. Night sky so shiny as you smile like you don’t know who I am. Elevate… Read more

Waiting for the ghosts to come, the hours pass slowly. Pacing the floor, with bodies outlined in chalk, the rain outside is ceaseless. Those who have gone before, wanting so desperately to come back. On windswept nights when a glass of wine is waiting to be drunk, and no one else is around, they call… Read more