In a stairwell littered with rubbish and stinking of piss, I look up at a man who isn’t there. In a parking lot outside a block of low-rise apartments, I’m stood smoking while thinking back to how things used to be. As the ground sways beneath my feet, the scent of your body carries in… Read more

  In the back seat of the car, there are empty cans of beer and fast food wrappers and magazines concerning the human form. Females. Women. Stuff like that. There’s music. Albums such as Animals and Meddle and sometimes Wish You Were Here. Wrapped in a plastic bag, there are sketchbooks with copious amounts of notes regarding… Read more

  Tigers. Mountains. Sometimes thoughtful. Sometimes nothing at all. Charcoal on your fingers. Smear it on my face. Make patterns on my torso and kiss me like you mean it. You with that small mouth of yours. You with those dirty fingers that move in slow motion. Rest them on my chin. Place them on… Read more

  That diner we would sometimes eat at has closed down. Walked past it earlier today and there were old newspapers plastered over the windows. Just before, some guy handed me a pamphlet about Jesus. He didn’t say anything, just smiled as I passed him outside the library and that was it. Right now, it’s in… Read more

  Through doorways and windows into bubbles of being that pop at the merest of touches, I try to be gentle but everything always falls apart in my hands. Through the streets and alleys and cities and seas, I picture you in a black dress along with pouting, blood red lips. You could be evil.… Read more

  The morning begins with a cup of tea to take away the taste in my mouth. Beer and cigarettes mostly, but there’s other stuff as well like traces of lipstick and hints of despair mixed with cold sunshine from a balcony that belongs to my student days that has never left me. With dreams… Read more

  Jumping a red light we recite the words of Bukowski to make us stronger. Hitching up your skirt you watch my fevered reaction with glee and flash those blood-red gums of yours. Orgasms. Suburbia. Redheads into brunettes as young lovers become estranged in the time it takes to chew a nipple. Sometimes there’s milk, and at… Read more

  One Thursday morning in the month of July, I was born with my mother’s umbilical cord wrapped tight around my throat. In those first suffocating moments, dark forces were against me and have been ever since. The nature of being and the energies of dead galaxies- how they caress and scratch my face in… Read more