Staying up late and drinking beer. Some writing too, but the words won’t come like they should; my urges instead are confined to soft machines, and no amount of literature can alter how I feel. An image of some blonde on the dance floor wrecks my momentum, and now I think only about her… Read more

  Psalms for those lacking in minerals; a summer of warm beer and handjobs to ease the passage from lost to found. My favourite breast- my favourite taste as you bend backwards bleeding from the knees and reciting the letters of the alphabet in reverse. I want to take you again, but the air in… Read more

  Put one word after the other. It’s as fucked up as that. You stick a knife in your belly and rip out your insides; you pick away at old wounds so they may never heal. My art demands sacrifice; it demands that I hurt. I’m not looking for pity, just a bosom to rest… Read more

  The sweetness of your lips as we drink vodka to block out ordinary pleasures; they remind me of teenage bloodlust and the sensation of drowning that comes with wanting to write for a living. Let’s get drunk and chase each other down streets we don’t know of; let me be your man even though… Read more

  Before my night shift, I’m sat in the smoking shelter with the stray cat that’s been hanging around work these past few weeks. Jumping up next to me, we sit watching people going to and from the bar across the road while I occasionally stroke his nose. In silence, we keep each other company… Read more

  Safely into the night, lovers fall into semi-precious arms. I am elsewhere, drinking at the bottom of a garden watching shooting stars to the distant sounds of Interpol. As my drunken fingers roll a cigarette, several miles up the road, some kid jumps in front of a train. The next day, they collect the… Read more

  She stands before the abandoned water tower. Covered in snow with dead trees reaching out to her, this feels like a dream, but I know it’s really happening. She says I’m disgusting, but I’ve seen what she looks like on the inside. Whiskey makes my teeth stand on edge. It burns a hole in… Read more

  In the early hours of the morning, an ostrich stumbles into the road as I wake from troubled dreams involving the blushing cat girl and the stench of gasoline. I live in England, yet my dreams take me close to Salk Lake City. I know nothing of this place save that Ted Bundy murdered… Read more

  You can escape the slums and replace them with beaches, yet you’re still the same old girl running from the same old fears. Locations take our breath away, but underneath it all, it’s just a charade. What good is something that can never speak? Golden sunsets send a shiver down my spine, but in… Read more

  My mother was telling me about some kids she went to school with back in the seventies. One died in a fire while working in a hat factory. The other succumbed to a brain tumor, the third, a motorcycle crash. All that potential snuffed out before they even had a chance. Now they’re just… Read more