If I close one eye ever so slightly, I breathe in the stale air of a decade or so ago. No future without the past. No yesterday without the threat of tomorrow. My corporeal form is lame. Once dispersed, the light within dances. I pick my poison. I disturb the dust and grit my teeth Read more

Moments that were once real are now orange peels between my fingers. Their taste and shape a puzzle that consumes my waking days. The moths from outside fly through the window and circle my hips. I’m a man, but more of a woman. Fertile, and drawn to the motions of the moon. The memories of Read more

At four in the morning, she torques my jaw. There’s wax in her ear. It’s like honey in a beehive, and as I stick my tongue in, I wriggle it like a worm. The flesh of her neck is as golden as the clothes of sand that hang from my bony limbs. The sands where Read more

Through squinting eyes, the liquid swirls down my throat as if it weren’t poison but water. I’m somebody’s sun, and she’s somebody’s daughter. We all are. Even the trees. Even the fleas on the street dogs as they howl out of hunger as the sun comes down on another broken town resembling a nugget of Read more

My devil’s haircut attracts curious eyes. In some café, on the periphery of a council estate, slowly sinking into the wasteland of yesterday. It’s winter-like. Stuffy. My lemonade blood bubbles in the throes of a hangover as one version of me makes way for the other while I simultaneously remain the same. The eyes are Read more

Leaves fall as I bury my chin into my coat. In the harsh breeze, a dead god speaks to me about things I haven’t thought of since I was a kid. The streets branch out like the blood vessels in my cheek. The kiss of the wind immense—a gunshot wound taking out my tongue and Read more

On the subway in the early hours. Drunk and disorientated and buried beneath a city riddled with ghosts and regret. It’ll soon be Christmas. I’m becoming Scrooge, wondering what became of the moments that left. The kiss of the cold smothers the pinch of summer sun as if it never even existed. You’d think I’d Read more

Tonight, there are raindrops as big as planets. The shine on their slippery surface reflects over the bed as beads of sweat as big as boulders roll from my greasy brow. Down her throat. Down my cock. A sip of whiskey. A mouthful of smoke. Peeking through the blinds, I spy flashes of light on Read more