I’m sat in the Chinese place waiting for our order. Been here for ten minutes now while she’s at home playing computer games and touching herself. She’ll deny it of course, but I know what she’s like. She enjoys looking at other women while she does it, too, because it does something to her… Read more

  It’s just after three in the morning, and she’s sleeping with her feet out the window. Too hot, you see. The threat of spiders crawling in and wrapping her in a web is a very real one, but she chances it just the same. Outside, you can hear the cries of the feral lot… Read more

  The warmth of sleeping in until long into the afternoon. The comfort of no work and no people and no need to be coherent. Ever seen The Goonies? That 80’s kids film where they go on an adventure searching for treasure? Every time I sit down and write, your body is the adventure, and… Read more

  It’s a Sunday, and I’m not thirty-two, but eight. My parents are in the back garden. Dad’s manning the barbeque while Mum’s playing with Monty dog and I’m jumping down the stairs three at a time then I’m running back up and sliding down on my belly and even though there are monsters in… Read more

  There’s a moment where we meet, and as the sunlight plays upon our faces, our loins are racing and full of smoke and dirt while the voices of everyone we’ve ever met ring in our sunburnt ears. I’m a good kid, but the part of me that believes in magic just can’t be trusted, and… Read more

  There’s this famous woman nearby. Well, I say famous. She used to be in some reality TV-show concoction that had a big hit then died a death soon after. Now she acts in the soaps and appears from time to time on quiz shows and as a guest panellist on morning phone-ins on local… Read more

  Beneath the bridge down by the supermarket two lovers defy the odds. At a bus stop where other lovers stare in silence awaiting what comes next, a magpie clutches a safety pin within its beak before leaping into the sky. In my arms at a quarter past six, you turn to dust but then around… Read more

  Afternoons spent here and there. Sometimes nude. Other times wrapped in blankets or in each other’s arms walking the streets looking for adventure but finding nothing other than greasy spoons and boarded up bookstores. We used to go down into the cellar of one in particular, remember? Walking around and around I would spend… Read more

  Just a taste. Just a glimpse of what has never been, not in this life, at least. There are footprints that lead from my room to yours. There are patterns that emerge in the clouds that tell me of your movements and just what you desire at any given time. There is a line… Read more