Maybe one day the bomb will drop, and there will be no more celebrities or poets and no more useless jobs. If one bomb drops, the rest will surely follow, and never again will I have to add filters to my selfies to disguise my pale and blotchy skin, and nor will I have… Read more

  Streetlights and migraines and bodies and cats while watching Blue Velvet with one eye shut to block out the pain. With my head on the pillow, I breathe in the scent of America even though I’ve never been. Big leafs and scorched sidewalks. Trees and suburbia and serial killers the likes of which Brady… Read more

  In the blink of an eye, she became the spark and then the lighthouse. Within a matter of weeks, she drew the animals from the forests and night after night they sought her light just like I. As those around me were dead to the world as I stood smoking my cigarettes looking up… Read more

  I remember the days of taking the bus to this particular hairdresser in Lewsey Farm with my nan. Must’ve been about five or six. She would get a perm and stuff like that, and as she would sit there in one of those fancy chairs with a strange contraption on her head, the woman… Read more

  The second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers documents my literary footsteps over a period of twelve months, and while it carries on from where the first volume left off, it is in itself a new journey. Truth be told, the prose in the first volume was written with little to no destination in mind.… Read more

  Curled up on the sofa together, in our dreams we throw paper planes that shoot through the air before being lifted up into the sky by a gust of wind. They vanish into the clouds never to be seen again, but warm and in each other’s arms, it doesn’t seem to matter. The heating… Read more

  That place down by the river. Or the river itself. I’m not quite sure. When she slides her fingers in and hums, I lose track of where I am and fumble around like a drunk. When the sound of running water quickens and I’m driven to a frenzy, my hands wrap themselves around her… Read more

  Your body and a handful of steam. A hangover in the shape of a swan. A reason to say no. You on your back with a bellyful of stars while I’m staggering around unable to figure out what year it is. We’ve been here before. We’ve said these same words and made the same… Read more

  Lost and bored while eating pizza in the bath, through the open window came the sound of lovers arguing on the street below. Part of me was tempted to get out and spy on them, but instead, I peeled back my foreskin and questioned the nature of my existence. There were no answers, but… Read more