Walking by the church with a dozen dead dialects kissing my neck, the night prays to never again see the light of day. This time last year, I was in a relationship not quite dead but reduced to a state of purgatory. I dream of it often. Not because I’m sad that it’s over, but Read more

On a walk away from others, the leaves serenaded me as if I was their lover. The steam from my limbs swirled around the trunks of the watchful trees, and although I was fully clothed, it felt as though I was naked. My cock was rock hard. An absence of people does that, you see. Read more

This mild weather makes it feel like summer. Blue skies. The scent of freshly cut grass. That kinda shit. Skinny white guys without tops, necking cans of lager on the street in search of cheap pussy to take their mind off the unbearable lightness of being. The girlz they go for pout for reasons they Read more

A crumpled cigarette conjures the night before. All those bottles of beer. Those shots of vile gasoline—flaming, expensive, and the root cause of the hangover that now bores into these bones of mine like a drill. My left arm is withered and feeble like one of the limbs belonging to the Elephant Man. That black Read more

The best poems are birthed in the stink of beer shits. The most gut-wrenching of love stories, born not on celluloid, or social media, but on park benches in towns where nothing ever happens. What appeals most are tears cried over the kitchen sink. Broken hearts bleeding all over the pet food aisle in Tesco, Read more

Closing my eyes even though the day has only just begun, I drift between this world and the next. I need a piss. The need penetrates my subconscious and so follows dreams of endless childhood days spent swimming. Sometimes in the sea. Mostly indoors, bathed in artificial sunshine. Oh, the cheeky memories of taking a Read more

Near the tall building that looks like a nugget of shit, a car burns out of control. The flames wave wildly. Very flamboyant. Like a weird peacock. This takes place directly opposite a supermarket that was once a school. I think my cousin went there when he was tiny, and I was slightly less weird. Read more

The wind wraps around my limbs like polythene. I’m a bag of bones. Chicken bones, guzzled up by moggies hungry for something other than Kitty Kat. Riddled with self-doubt, desperation scatters like leaves in the parking lot of a supermarket at four in the morning. Like a statue, I stand alone. Observing the world and Read more

Some woman—I don’t know who—she’s running through town. All hysterical like, y’know? She has a dog on a lead and drags it behind her as if it weren’t a living, breathing creature but rather a bouncy, animal balloon. The kind you get at summer parties or in hospitals. On the kiddy ward, y’know? A place Read more