Daylight trips as we cut through the streets drunk and oblivious to pretty much everything except for the beat of our hearts. Sounds come and go but in this perpetual moment, we have no use for them. You with that body. You who evaporates as I blink away the rain only to return with… Read more

  There are footprints in the snow that lead me to a version of you I know so well. There are memories of who we used to be that don’t belong yet of which still linger. The hours pass in due course. The eyes of those I have gazed into during the dark silence of… Read more

  Woke up and trudged to the bathroom and squeezed out a turd and thought about parallel universes as your image flickered through my irregular head like a flashing neon light. Yawning and groaning, I wiped my arse then jumped in the shower and washed away my sins wondering what it would feel like to… Read more

*Originally posted February 2014, within one month of this blog’s birth.   Electrical, chemical. The beauty of fornication. The sensation of a thousand trembling souls washing over your naked skin beneath a blood-red moon. Raised high between two thighs, it goes in, and then it comes out, over and over again. Perfume sprayed on flowering sex… Read more

  In the subway by the train station, I pull you aside and grip your skinny wrists. You with those almond eyes- how could I ever resist. You with those lips that speak to me of obscenity- how could these hands do anything other than make you mine. Cold so cold we dart through traffic… Read more

  There are photographs of who I used to be, but none of them can be trusted. There are various accounts of my behaviour during the course of my breakdown, but they’re neither here nor there. In the midst of my depression, there were no words, only the desire to forget about my life and… Read more

  Smoke your cigarettes until you’re crawling on the ceiling unaware of the blood that’s trickling from the corners of your dirty little mouth. Sleep with another. Sleep alone. Share yourself and divide the one inside even further. Write to become whole. Write to redeem. Fail and fail again until the taste of failure outweighs… Read more

  Coming towards me from the bottom of the garden, she has a funny look in her eye that won’t say no. Sniffing her like a dog, I’m after the scent of pot but find only dreary tobacco. On the driveway in the glovebox of her car, there’s a tin of snuff and several polaroids… Read more

  When you suck the skin and leave a bruise, I lie there prone and defenceless. When the hours pass and I’m alone thinking only of you, shadows dance across the wall leaving me in a perpetual state of unrest. The fridge is empty, but I keep checking on the off chance I missed something.… Read more