Should receive the proof copy of the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers this weekend. The prose contained within is taken from a thirteen month period, which has then been edited for a further seven.  By the end of the last draft, I truly felt as though I’d created something that… Read more

Blowing into her ear, I open the door and tell her to see what I see. She doesn’t want to. She fights against it the way a cat resists a soapy bath, but I go ahead and dig my fingers in while chewing her lobe, and when she groans, I hold her chin and steady… Read more

At the foot of the garden in the dead of night, she slips out unnoticed through the catflap and strips off her clothes standing beneath a crescent moon that whispers to her of its magic in a thousand different ways. Shaking her hips and jigging her arms around in excitement, she lowers herself onto her… Read more

As I’m standing by the side of the road lighting a cigarette, she’s floating through the sky looking at life below as if it were some alien landscape of which she’d never stepped foot. Her laughter tickles this jaded heart of mine, and the music coming from inside of her tells me there’s something more… Read more

My recovery position is on the far side of the bed. I’m sprawled out all biblical like. Legs naked and bony. Fingers curled and stained with her menstrual blood. The room dances with dust that settles on tissue papers full of my lukewarm seed and a sketchbook on the bedside table with drawings of her… Read more

She gives me a sidewise glance and a pout of her pinkish reddish lips as she slides on a pair of black tights. I like it when she wears black tights. Makes my vision go all blurry and my mouth run dry. She’s got pale, plasticine flesh, and a kiss that tastes of pine needles… Read more

A bottle of cheap white wine, and the image of you on a bed of silk linen changing from a woman to a goat to a star being sucked into a supermassive black hole. Just as you’re about to be ripped apart, I’ll come sniffing around, and as your heart turns to mush and your… Read more

I’m in the final week or so of editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers. Wanting to get it completed to the best possible standard and yet not wanting to drop off the planet in terms of posting fresh content, over the next few weeks I’ll be posting pieces not… Read more