My recovery position is on the far side of the bed. I’m sprawled out all biblical like. Legs naked and bony. Fingers curled and stained with her menstrual blood. The room dances with dust that settles on tissue papers full of my lukewarm seed and a sketchbook on the bedside table with drawings of her… Read more

She gives me a sidewise glance and a pout of her pinkish reddish lips as she slides on a pair of black tights. I like it when she wears black tights. Makes my vision go all blurry and my mouth run dry. She’s got pale, plasticine flesh, and a kiss that tastes of pine needles… Read more

A bottle of cheap white wine, and the image of you on a bed of silk linen changing from a woman to a goat to a star being sucked into a supermassive black hole. Just as you’re about to be ripped apart, I’ll come sniffing around, and as your heart turns to mush and your… Read more

I’m in the final week or so of editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers. Wanting to get it completed to the best possible standard and yet not wanting to drop off the planet in terms of posting fresh content, over the next few weeks I’ll be posting pieces not… Read more

Dust particles on my fingers and a cool breeze that speaks her name in Mandarin. It comes through the window like a butterfly, and when I’m lying there on my back reading some book I purchased from a charity shop, it’s like life is a dream somehow. There’s a distant ringing of a car alarm,… Read more

I’ve been drinking, and so decide to put graffiti on her belly with red lipstick. Read about this thing called the Theban alphabet on Wikipedia, you see, but as I’m drunk, I make most of it up and scrawl away regardless. She doesn’t notice though. She’s too busy eating grapes. Got them from the Tesco… Read more

As X spins in a gust of wind, the colours of the world snap themselves free from the shapes that contain them, and as a long, drawn-out cry escapes her throat, the force of it shatters all the windows of the store, sending shards of glass raining down on the shoppers and members of staff… Read more

After collecting her bottle of wine and packet of pastry, X pays for them as if in a trance, not speaking or making eye contact with the person serving at the checkout. Outside, she looks over to her car but decides to have a cigarette. Standing there beneath a canopy at the entrance to the… Read more