The rain poured as if the belly of heaven had been slit wide open. She was shivering, and yet from foot to foot she hopped, grinning like a soggy cat who should’ve known better. Ten minutes earlier we’d been strangers, and now here we were with me cradling her face as the darkening skies made… Read more

As we walked through the flooded streets of town, I felt as if we should be speaking, and yet there I was not wanting to say a word in case it might break the magic that seemed to be growing between us. Turning my head against the blustery wind, I found she was tugging on… Read more

The first time I met X was a rainy day in the centre of town. A Thursday. The day I was born. Stepping out of work and taking shelter beneath a tree trying to roll a cigarette, I looked up and saw her on the opposite side of the street struggling with an umbrella. The… Read more

In some store as it pisses down with rain, you wander over to the magazines and flip through the pages of one showing all the latest movies on at the cinema. We could go see a flick later I guess. For now, though, I’m searching for something that has no name. In the morning after… Read more

Should receive the proof copy of the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers this weekend. The prose contained within is taken from a thirteen month period, which has then been edited for a further seven.  By the end of the last draft, I truly felt as though I’d created something that… Read more

Blowing into her ear, I open the door and tell her to see what I see. She doesn’t want to. She fights against it the way a cat resists a soapy bath, but I go ahead and dig my fingers in while chewing her lobe, and when she groans, I hold her chin and steady… Read more

At the foot of the garden in the dead of night, she slips out unnoticed through the catflap and strips off her clothes standing beneath a crescent moon that whispers to her of its magic in a thousand different ways. Shaking her hips and jigging her arms around in excitement, she lowers herself onto her… Read more

As I’m standing by the side of the road lighting a cigarette, she’s floating through the sky looking at life below as if it were some alien landscape of which she’d never stepped foot. Her laughter tickles this jaded heart of mine, and the music coming from inside of her tells me there’s something more… Read more