How many cigarettes do you have left? One for you and two for me, right? On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you feel? Ignoring the mask you wear, what thoughts run through your head as you lie there at night dreaming of a life you’ve never known? Cut the crap… Read more

  When it gets into me, I grind my teeth and stoop over until my nose bleeds. When the blood trickles through my fingers, I grin and bite and chew and those who get too close are reduced to mere ashes. When the fluid is in my belly one version recedes while the other comes racing… Read more

  Touch yourself. Forget yourself. Take a sideways step and watch those faces blur into a mess of half-remembered memories of drunken nights on the town and hungover mornings spent in the arms of a lover who’s now a stranger. Walk the grounds of a hospital where a younger version of yourself is stood outside… Read more

  Between the useless seconds, I peer down her top and glimpse the ocean. Brushing against her, she turns to face me and breathes in my beer breath. She’s not repulsed, in fact, she rather enjoys it. Makes me a man, she says, but I’m not a man. I don’t know what I am, but it’s… Read more

  Was supposed to write something that would make you want me. Something that upon reading would force you onto your back with your fingers in at the knuckle searching for clues to our origins while attempting to call out my name. I got sidetracked by Minecraft, though. I’ve built this town by the coast,… Read more

  The sun is a halo that’s a will-o’-the-wisp that’s a smile that grows and widens like something you know but won’t tell because you like playing hard to get. There’s a cigarette with my name on it, but you won’t roll it because you’re too busy giving those eyes. You know the ones. Bigger… Read more

  On the stairwell, she lights up her smoke and talks about her dreams while we descend two steps at a time. Discreetly feeling my cock, I take photos of what’s around us while attempting to follow her train of thought but it’s near impossible. The way she jumps around. The way she flits between… Read more

  I’m unwashed and unkempt, but you take it just the same. The smell emanating from my sex reminds me of smoky bacon crisps.  Most likely Walkers. In America, you call them Lay’s. Is this good or bad? I’m not sure, but you don’t seem to bat an eye. My dreams concern spiders. Spiders in the dead of… Read more

  On my walk through town, there was a dog chained to a lamppost outside a convenience store. He was a proud looking thing, and as he waited in anticipation of his owners return, I knelt down and proceeded to pat him on the head. Looking up at me, he smiled in his doggy way and… Read more