You sit on the bed while I look out the window. You tell me to come back to you, but there are suspicious people outside. Nuisance youths, I call them. Rolling your eyes, you sprawl on your belly and read a book while from time to time checking on me as I stand there looking… Read more

It’s a kiss and it’s a week in bed unable to move. It’s a tree blowing in the wind and a plastic bag in a puddle. It’s the memory of the one you love and it’s the sight of a cat scurrying around in the rain looking for shelter. It’s years worth of writing and… Read more

Sunday evenings and no school the day after. These were the best things a kid could ever ask for. Sega Megadrive and Pepsi. Packets of chicken flavoured crisps and then a walk through the woods with no idea of the time or how to get back home. There’s music. Something by The Beach Boys. Good… Read more

It’s snowing, and you move up ahead with a handful of stars and a look on your face so angelic yet mischievous. The landscape is white, as is the sky that seems to be reaching down to the ground. Running away from me and then coming back and moving in for the kill, you hit… Read more

The cold air and these samey days make me want to sleep, and yet there are words to be written and stories to be conjured that circle and swirl around my mind like the memory of your eyes. The streets are cold and the trees dead. Traffic is sparse but there are still too many… Read more

Beast heart. Packet of crisps and a smoke. A blink of the eyes and I come alive in your image. And then a field someplace. And then a road that cuts through the country that takes us to a forest where the animals play as if death were just some manmade invention and the end… Read more

The morning after the lifetime before. A beer piss that drags for hours leaving me weak at the knees and then the imaginary taste of your breast and I open my mouth like a baby bird in the nest but all I get is dead air and the rattle and hum of a boiler on… Read more

We watch the parade from under the bridge where we meet after work. We hold hands and forget where we are, but it’s okay, because this will last forever. I’ll make sure it does. Maybe one day I’ll paint it, or put it down into words. Don’t you worry. All things glow. All moments sing.… Read more

Residual memory. Residual touch. Long into the night, and long into your arms. There’s love on your chin, and sorrow on your lips, a sullen kinda beauty that dances between each letter of your name to the tips of my fingers. That name I say each day. That name that’s as natural to me as… Read more