We drain the bottle as the clouds piss rain like some young Brazilian kid pumping out blood on the streets of the favela. Y’know, bullet holes and the like. Bad haircut. Flipflops. We can’t see the clouds on account of how dark it is. It’s as dark as the bottom of the sea or a Read more

Momentarily closing my eyes as the wind kisses the nape of my neck, there are drunken dreams of a town now left behind by a toll of many years. Down vaguely familiar streets, there are footsteps in soft snow that harden the closer the hours roll into evening. Squinting, I spy a frozen lake in Read more

On a Saturday night in town, the light of a KFC washes over the sidewalk, spilling into the road. It’s biblical. Fantastical. Only, it’s merely a mirage. There’s no heavenly KFC, just the light from an electrical store that does nothing other than offer false promises to strangers wandering about wasting time when time is Read more

We’re at this place that does all the food. There are people I don’t know. People I’ll never see again. The room is long. Rectangular. It reminds me of an anus, like the one belonging to that guy from the viral video who put a jar up his arse only for it to implode. He Read more

All the places ever known to me, squashed between the pages of a book. As flat as pancakes—as flat as photographs showing a depth of colour but never a depth of feeling. Staring at the ceiling, I see beyond. Stars. Moons. Days that exist in my peripheral vision like the thrashing tails of excitable dogs Read more

Months feel like weeks, and a handful of days is loose change slipping between drunken fingers on a night out in town. Most of what happens, I don’t recall. It was never here to begin with, and as the seconds come and go, the realness of what once was is reduced to mere shadow. My Read more

Beneath the table in the restaurant, I place my hand upon her knee. She tells me it gives her the shivers. The landscape in her is the same as the one in me, riddled with romance and insecurity. Sometimes, it’s desolate, other times as green as an ancient forest tickling the lungs of an animal Read more

There are dreams. Dreams of throwing a pot of boiling water over a love rival, and those of Fred Astaire tapdancing along a line of coke stretching from the forest to the mouth of the town as it swallows all those who stick around and linger. They linger like drunks at a kebab van wishing Read more

There’s graffiti on the walls in the toilets. Would’ve taken a cubicle, but they’re overflowing with shit. At the urinal, I look up to the ceiling clenching my teeth and notice the window above my head is cracked and fractured like the web of a spider. I think of Charlotte’s Web, then of Roald Dahl, Read more

In these mailable hours where the town is a hive of twinkling, ghostly lights, you can’t help but feel on the cusp of something more. The streets are cold yet strangely alive with the smell of fried chicken, not to mention the exotic kiss of cigarettes perched upon the lips of lovers trawling through windswept Read more