Morning comes around as it so often does, and while she sleeps, I get up and go downstairs to put the kettle on. My hangover is cruel. It teases and mocks whereas she’s in a world of her own and I hate her for it, and yet love prevails because that’s how she is.… Read more

  Empty cans of baked beans filled with spit and dead cigarettes line the windowsill. There should be flowers but flowers die, and you can’t be bothered watering them. There are old newspapers and takeaway boxes on the floor. You tell yourself you’ll clean up after you have a beer but one beer leads to… Read more

  Sat before the window, I look out at the town and conclude that her body itself is a question mark. Sucking on a cigarette, I sink into my seat and consider her form while narrowing my eyes in deep thought. Her nipples, they connect me to the stars and the wombs of all the dead… Read more

  With an unlit cigarette between my fingers, I see my reflection in the windows of passing vehicles for less than a tenth of a second, but they mean nothing because I exist only where I wish to exist. Buildings fall, and teeth bite flesh in the midst of sexual kicks but I’m on the… Read more

  As the wind and rain danced outside, I fell asleep after work and dreamt of her sitting at the foot of a tree. If I could’ve controlled the dream, she would’ve been touching herself and shouting out my name, but instead, she was reading a book or a magazine of some sort while oblivious… Read more

  Streets and stars and your feathered wings that are almost destroyed yet of which are more beautiful for it as you struggle to swim through a sea of glitter and used tampons. Stairwells and passing feelings and distant planets that call your name as you scratch your skin in the hope of feeling something… Read more

  There are outlines around their bodies that shimmer gold and white, and when I suck on my smoke and swallow another mouthful of beer, they move like the phantoms they are and from such a distance they seem so beautiful even though up close they’re as dull and blunt as the rest. In the… Read more

  Halloween 6 is playing, and while I’m knocking back the wine attempting to create portals with words that just don’t seem quite right, she’s on her phone looking at photos of people she declares to hate with utter devotion. The main woman in Halloween has long, gingerish hair. She’s pale and slim, and in… Read more

We look at the animals in the pet store. It’s a Saturday. A little after midday. She’s hungry and irritable while I’m doing my best to keep her from losing her temper. There’s a rat she wants. It’s a big dumbo one, y’know, the one with the ears. She’s got too many as it is… Read more