As I’m lying there in the park looking up at a glorious sun, she’s running herself a bath. Each action is clumsy and childlike from the Vodka she’s been knocking back, and although she doesn’t feel happy she giggles to herself all the same, quite unsure as to the reasons why. Swaying there watching the… Read more

I’m sat in this park jotting down words into a tatty notepad. These words, they’ve got me into trouble so many times, and my obsession with wanting them to reach others has pushed me far from where I once belonged, and yet still they keep coming. They pump and stutter with all the elegance of… Read more

Taxi trips through the heart valves of a strange city. Trains to old towns where old lovers wave to me from platforms I remember walking upon as if it were only yesterday. It doesn’t make me feel sad, but it does make me feel strange, and this strangeness never seems to explain itself no matter… Read more

Through the trees I find myself spinning. Spin spin spinning to a song only I can hear, and when I breathe in and skip between the roots of all those watchful trees, I can feel the cosmos in my lungs, and even though they tell me this isn’t how I should live my life, I… Read more

Sips her vodka and coke and lies there fantasizing about neck kisses and hands on her thighs that inch higher and higher. Lights her smoke and sees herself swirling through the air like a falling leaf spinning faster and faster the closer she gets to the ground. She goes this way and that. She slips… Read more

This town was once underwater, and that’s where it should’ve remained. But against better judgement, it rose from those timeless, murky waters and now people gather around and dance upon the fossilised remains of their aquatic ancestors. They dance to popular music and believe in popular dreams. They exist without knowing, and to exist without… Read more

These wide-open spaces, they make her feel alive and at one with all things, and yet she can’t quite shake the lingering hand of death. It trails her like the ghost of some family pet that hangs around not knowing it’s long since dead. Picking an ice-cream from a van parked by the side of… Read more

Her belly be bloated. Bloated like a pufferfish. She kicks her legs and growls at me. She hisses and calls me cruel. Calls me a beast. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look up at the ceiling at the cracks. The cracks that spread in the hot weather like the feet of a… Read more

I’m trudging through these fields behind my old house. A few dog walkers pass me by but other than their fleeting appearance, I’m pretty much left to my own devices. Felt a calling, you see. The animals and trees were speaking to me. They spoke my name in hushed tones that carried in the breeze,… Read more

These useless days, she skips through them like a tidal wave. Stripping chicken from bone not watching where she’s going, she bumbles down crowded streets on the verge of tripping over her feet, oblivious to the tiresome lives of others that play out around her. And yet she always has the good luck of not… Read more