Between me and the trees, there’s not much that takes my fancy. They say I’m disillusioned and talk in riddles, but when I’m halfway up the garden path sucking on my smoke on the brink of despair, oh, I dunno. There’s a bottle of wine with my name on it and prose to be… Read more

  We spin and circle each other and when we wave our arms we resemble the Ferris wheels from my dreams and when we spiral through the sky, just for one moment we taste what it is to be infinite. Unsure of where we are but not in the least bit bothered, we skip between… Read more

  The second volume of my collected prose will be released towards the end of October both in physical and digital form, and the above image is the front cover designed by my own fair hands. The first journal is something I’m still incredibly proud of, and yet this second volume, for me, goes above… Read more

  Snaking its way through your life, there’s a road that comes and goes. From time to time it calls out your name as you walk head down pretending you couldn’t care less. But underneath it all, you’re just seconds away from falling apart. You’re that same little girl curled up in bed wishing with… Read more

  You sleep in the clouds, and you can’t come down. You twist and turn and call out the name of the one you love, but the one you love is far from your arms. Is it yesterday, or is it tomorrow? Do you desire to feel the brilliance of a true kiss or is… Read more

  There’s a vortex with your name on it. There’s a hole in the ground that will take you to a place where the animals roam far from the scum we’re ashamed to call our own. When you squeeze your eyes shut and clench your teeth, do you feel their fur at the tips of… Read more

  There’s beer and some music, but for the life of me, I can’t write a word even though it needs to happen above all else because if it doesn’t, my insides will turn black and rot away to dust. Almost fell asleep earlier. I closed my eyes and could feel myself drifting, but then I… Read more

  A bus journey to a bus stop then off and waiting for another in some English town or other. Cigarettes. No, no cigarettes. It’s bad for me, that’s what she says, and what she says goes. The number 24 arrives soon after. We get on and sit downstairs at my insistence because there might… Read more

  Your cigarette, your dress. Those curious eyes that seek me out in my dreams as the sky grows bible black. It whispers, and it condemns. It fingers and itches and seduces like the marble gods that knock on my window in the dead of night. In a gust of wind, the universe tickles your… Read more

  There are flashing lights that flicker before my eyes. There are strange sensations spinning within me that only you could evoke, and yet your absence is felt more than anything. Swallowing mouthfuls of air as if my lungs were made for anything but breathing, I shake my head and see you dancing in the… Read more