Momentarily, nature shields my cowardly soul like a second skin. Camouflaged behind the dead veins of dying leaves, I roam free from the gaze of those who would call me strange. I dance like a ballerina. My soul skinny, like that of a junkie Santa or a wrestler three decades behind his prime. The weeds Read more

There are pathways I haven’t taken in years, yet I remember them instinctively. Their secret ways are a second breath to me. Whenever the sun comes out and I feel inclined to rise, they come to life, and without even trying, I’m no longer just another man but a phantom who rides the crest of Read more

The quarry welcomed me like the waiting arms of my lover. As I walked it, endless heat rose from the stony ground, melting the soles of my inexpensive shoes. I saw no roses though, only old people pottering about like the living dead. The stalks of scrawny flowers snaped this way and that, serenading me Read more

Times like these, I don’t wanna write much at all, just have a drink or two. Become fluid. Like a river, or a stream of saliva passing between the mouths of two lovers. There’s no fun in picking away, day after day. It’s like death by a thousand cuts. Scrutinizing love is a poison. But Read more

In each breath, I’m somewhere else. Never really here. Never quite there. Right now, I’m walking down the street in the old town with the university campus looming ahead. The art studios are behind me, sitting on my shoulder like a devil whispering into my ear. It’s cold, and I’m wrapped up warm. I haven’t Read more

Dozing between day and dream to a soundtrack of colliding stars, I sniff the dust of old rooms and hear the muffled echoes of words not spoken for the longest of times. Coupled with the headache I haven’t been able to shake for the best part of a week, the strangeness only intensifies. Closing my Read more

On a bandstand, the musicians played to a small gathering. What they were playing, I can’t say. Something biblical. Y’know, gentle yet mildly disorientating, like the songs they delivered as the Titanic sunk to its watery grave. The atmosphere was pleasant, though. Sunny, Sunday sun and chirping birds. Swaying green trees and a gentle breeze Read more

When I unzip myself and piss, I miss the toilet and spray the bathroom floor. Some of it sprinkles my toes, and I’m reminded of a drunken memory from my teenage years when I pissed all down myself on a night in town. My trousers and shoes were covered and the group I was in Read more

Grabbing a coffee, we sit on a bench on the grounds of the church, smoking and chatting shit about this and that. In the sun, we’re purring cats, chewing the fat of plump rats between our shiny, rabid teeth. Her eyes are a brilliant blue. Mine grey. The skies swirl about her hair, which is Read more