Distant ships and your fingers on the lid of the killing jar. The taste of alcohol speaks to me of frozen landscapes while lost love lurks somewhere nearby. It’s in a handful of your hair as we do our thing. It’s in the silence that comes when you can’t think of any other reason… Read more

The hours when no one knows if you’re dead or alive. Day after day of work to corrode the soul. Anyone who enjoys working for a living must surely be ill, for are we not poets and lovers? Whoever would want only to devote their life to earning money, is in need of wiping out.… Read more

It’s been a dark year, and now it’s a dark season, yet there’s a light in my hand that tells me it’s okay. A shy smile caught from the corner of an eye; it told me that life should be enjoyed, not endured. This is all nothingness, nothing but dust, but that’s what makes it… Read more

  There’s something so familiar in the way the wind creeps through the keyhole. It’s in how I remember the smallest things that shouldn’t be important yet occupy my mind so readily. It goes beyond all I know, and from time to time when my train of thought drifts to far away places, I sense the… Read more

Two minds. Two bodies. Two eyes locked onto the point of no return that floats like a white elephant above useless heads. Alive with fire, and so eager to take until these fingers itch without consequence. It’s in the strands of hair she leaves beneath my pillow. It’s in the gaze that cuts through me… Read more

  Broken pieces of machinery and fractured images of her cervix as the night passes you by. The corner of a street where two lovers kiss, and the subway where freedom of thought is discovered among decade-old graffiti. Chasing dreams in the rain. Escaping doubt with every mouthful of beer as those around you dance… Read more

  The best days of my life were those with no ambition and no future. At my happiest, I was a selfish lover, and I loved every second of it. A bottle of wine to write to in the evening, and long afternoons walking the streets listening to music eyeing up women. Brunettes were, and… Read more