You once wrote me a letter detailing how you no longer wished for us to be together, because you wanted to be with someone more for real. Perhaps you had a point, in fact, I’m quite sure of it. For longer than I care to admit I wanted to win you back by proving… Read more

  She showers after we do our thing because she’s not too keen on my scent. It’s the smoke that does it most, but there’s something else she can’t quite put her finger on. Scrubbing between her legs and then her neck, she turns her face to the ceiling and eats the falling water while… Read more

  Deadfucks and gasoline and eroded enamel from drinking too many fizzy drinks. Lady bumps and ankle socks and fantasies involving a sea of broken wood that drowns a thousand Japanese workers as they stand in awe of the tsunami that comes racing towards them just like a comet. Blue Eyes. Green eyes. Dreams of… Read more

  Albert Fish. Son of Sam. Confession letters regarding my adultery and the fear of death that never seems to shift. Joining me in the bath, you performed an act that left me temporarily blind, and I was sure the grim reaper was waiting the other side of the door ready to strike me dead… Read more

  It’s 4 am, and your image moves across every blacked out window and car windscreen I can see. The streets are voiceless, as are the trees, and as my mouth blows out a lungful of smoke, all that’s to be done is put one foot after the other. It rains, it pours. It sweeps… Read more

  Used to work in the homeware department of this clothing store. Sometimes, when the flesh around my fingernails would crack from being too dry, they would bleed on the towels I’d have to fold but fold them I would. It was working there that I met Sarah. After we’d been chatting for a few… Read more

  We are your lovers and sons and we are satellites that orbit the source of what drives us in this continual thirst for the truth. We are your bad machines and wicked children and as you swim through the stars we surf the cosmic waves behind you and cling to the strands of your… Read more

  Our love is a porno. It speeds like white horses and cocaine through the veins of those dying junkies we step over on our way to bars that never seem to close. Y’know, the ones that stink of beer and stale piss and the sweat of bodies aching for release yet of which are… Read more

  Split lip. Blood on my teeth. A forest that spreads like her legs on fresh linen as the animals wave hello from deep within. Smooth skin. Small ankles. Wine and trees and foxes and owls that howl and toot as we merge beneath grasping branches. Brunette. Blond. Tingling toes and eyes that search for… Read more

  Guarding the gates of heaven with one-armed scissors, we make notes in journals that will become nothing more than ashes. Embracing in the maelstrom, we come undone to a soundtrack of slashed throats and grinding teeth as angels pluck feathers from their dirty wings as they fall through the air before crashing through the… Read more