In the old town, there were ghosts everywhere I walked. In the bookshop where I first set eyes upon Sophie, the novels seemed the same as they did several years ago, and yet they had all changed. Despite appearing the same, the pages were different, as were the faces of those stood behind the cash… Read more

  The neighbourhood squirms with babysitters in black stockings; all of which are blonde, lonely, tight and weightless. Most of the time I specialise in being an outsider, the rest is spent sexualising women who get too close. A brunette with a cute smile becomes a pair of ripe breasts, while a redhead with kind… Read more

  We are ghosts. We are sardines. With a penchant for pleasure, a father rapes his daughter without remorse. Doing time ain’t a problem, after all, it was his pussy to nail in the first place, and the consequences don’t mean shit to a man with nothing to lose. Even when they lock him up, the… Read more

  Parked by the side of the road, flesh slides from my bones as a cigarette is lit. It burns and shines in the rearview mirror, and despite it being such a dirty habit, it looks so pretty in the dark of this lonesome hour. In my mouth, there are voices that don’t belong to… Read more

  It’s been a couple of years since I last visited Bethany, and the guilt at having not been up there since is one I can’t shake off. Not going to her resting place puts me in an uneasy state of being, and yet the idea of visiting her leaves me feeling cold. Despite the passing… Read more

  Restless and drunk, she sulks as I give her a piggyback up the biggest hill in town. Pressing her breasts against my shoulder blades, I pretend not to notice, but deep inside I’m loving every second. She moans and groans and pulls my hair, but despite another flash of her temper, she’s as perfect… Read more

  Between the pages of a book, a frayed photograph of her in the nude slides out and falls to my feet. Like a leaf, it twists this way and that before the image of her smile looks up and belittles my best attempts at not caring. It’s Sunday, and I’m indoors, but then I… Read more

  The age of internal apocalypse, and the scandal of undressed angels. Whatever gets you off is fine by me, just as long as I get to see you scream in bliss at the end of it. Time’s arrow is never straight, for the faces that leave always reappear when you least expect them. Failure… Read more

  Bodies that resemble heavenly effigies; they gyrate like flames as my mouth opens and closes without saying a word. This one, in particular, she moves in tandem with the waves of subconscious desires that flood my senses. I want to see everything she has, but as lush as her charms may be, they’re as… Read more

  There’s no me, and there’s no you, either. There’s certainly no love. Sometimes there’s lust, but without question, there’s not one ounce of passion. There’s a desire to fit in and to mirror the rest, but underneath it all, we’re just faking it until it’s time to go home to the great gig in… Read more