Dreams of doors, of outlines in the sand, and then I take her by the hand and tell her what’s to be seen, and what’s to be seen is what they won’t ever show us for fear of what we might do with the answers. There’s music by Tom Waits. Some creeping tune that leads… Read more

The sky is a sea, or so she thinks. As for me, I’m inspecting the blood beneath my fingernails. It’s smeared across the keyboard of my laptop. Should clean it, but there’s an idea in me and I’m doing my best to squeeze it out like a turd that just won’t drop. Leaning back in… Read more

The rain smells like dog breath. Turning her nose up at it, she peers out from under the market stall and eyes the gathering clouds as they swarm overhead. The rain hits the pavement and kicks up a stink that makes her feel queasy. Makes her belly heave like she be drinking but that was… Read more

There’s a beggar smoking a joint and she sniffs the scent and shakes her head like a cat chewing a mouse. The beggar has a cup by his feet, but it’s late in the day and looks like he’s not expecting any money. He’s sitting beneath the bridge that connects the poor side of town… Read more

Perched on the dressing table sits a cigarette. Ash falls from it and lands upon the carpet, and just like that she rubs the ash into the worn fabric with her big toe not caring if it leaves a mark. The comb glides through wet hair. It drags across her skull and gives her the… Read more

9.49 pm. I’m eating dinner and watching TV sat on a crusty old bean bag. Was supposed to go out and buy a settee at some point. It’s on my list of things to do, but nothing on the list excites me. In fact, I don’t even know where the list is anymore, and I’m… Read more

Woke up drunk and needing the toilet, so I pissed in an empty wine bottle as I didn’t have the energy to make it to the bathroom. Holding the golden fluid before me like it was some archaeological find reminiscent of that scene in Indiana Jones, I popped the bottle on the windowsill where it… Read more

A mouthful of wine. And another. A few shots, and just like that, she spreads herself and I’m floating somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Her fingers, they taste of Battenberg cake. My tongue. It searches and searches, and when she arches her hips just right, the answers are right there, explicit. Illicit. Juicy like fruit.… Read more

In a pet store off the beaten track, I catch my breath and take in the shade. Frogs are popping on the sidewalk, their manky guts plastered all over my scuffed shoes. Dizzy and drunk, some young sort eating an ice cream gave me the eye, and as I gazed at her mouth, she purposefully… Read more

She dissolves in the steam. Her bones, they be clean so clean, and when she touch them, she get this finger of white heat at the base of her spine that sets her teeth on edge. Beneath the water, worlds come and go. Lovers flow and swirl down the plughole, and when she scrub her… Read more