“I’m almost finished,” she cries. Her words reach me this time, yet it’s not until she repeats herself that they sink in. “Oi! I hope you haven’t fallen asleep. You’re supposed to be writing.” To this, the dog barks excitedly. She promptly laughs, and I can hear the two of them getting out of the… Read more

Every thrust of my hips is like a knife to her fluttering heart. It gives her palpitations. So does drinking soda. She tells me that when I press her face into the pillow with her right arm held behind her back, she imagines her mouth filled with sand. The sand of Lake Berryessa. Golden, warm,… Read more

I want to drink my beer, but can’t be bothered getting up off the floor. It’s not comfortable in any way, shape or form, but the misery in my bones keeps me low to the ground. Closing my eyes, I picture Meeko’s body in the shower. Nude and in a state of flux. Her sex… Read more

The cover reveal for my upcoming book, X and I: A Novel. . This, my fourth book, tells the story of two lovers who embark on a strange journey to be reunited with each other after spending several years apart. I blogged the majority of the story over thirteen months, and have since been hard… Read more

Turning my head to the left, I see steam slipping through the cracks of the bathroom door. The sound of her singing and the dog’s muffled barks are a constant, yet they’ve become background noise. Rising my right leg off the floor, another gust of foul-smelling gas creeps from my arse. The stink is horrific.… Read more

As I mentioned, some of the things she talks about, I understand, but most of it goes over my head. It’s like she’s speaking a foreign language. Here and there, I grasp certain words. Specific phrases; titbits of information I’m already acquainted with. For the most part, though, it’s more about the feeling than it… Read more

It started when I’d had a few beers. The beers made me snore in my sleep. Sometimes so loud that I would jolt wide awake as if shaken. That’s when I discovered Meeko talking. To begin with, I thought she was perhaps having some seedy affair, and waiting for me to pass out until she… Read more

Much like myself, Meeko is an only child. She tells me her younger years weren’t especially lonely, however. The lack of siblings didn’t bother her, as she never missed what she never had. She was pretty, and popular, a magnet for romantic gestures and those wishing to be blessed by her kind heart, yet she… Read more

Come to think of it, some guy died not long after we moved here. It was within the first few weeks of our arrival. We were still in the process of bringing bits and pieces in from our last place, a similar style apartment that was about to be demolished so they could build a… Read more

Meeko tells me I’m a modern-day Peter Pan. I wish it were because I can fly, but it’s more to do with being a child in a man’s body. While those around me have grown up, I’ve held onto the same naïve dreams I’ve had since I was young. It’s the only thing that’s ever… Read more