The month is now September, and the chill wind that blows against my face is letting me know that fall is on its way. Slowly it approaches. Inevitably it crawls. The streets are empty and echo with the chatter of distant magpies as someone plays the guitar behind closed doors. Sounds Spanish somehow. I’m… Read more

  In a room without a window, a circle of candles surrounds two lovers on a bed. Naked, nude, and glued together at the hips, she suffers from a chronic case of adultery, while he’s a bad writer with a taste for the bottle. Every night is like the worst night of my life- yeah,… Read more

  If I were to fall in love, please, bash in my brains and hack off my balls. If you were to find me smitten and talking of tenderness, rub detergent into my eyes and force-feed me bleach while slicing off my lips with a shard of broken glass. Did anyone ever break the ice… Read more

  The sight of nature in all of its glory as the train moves through the woods gives me butterflies. Closing my eyes, all of its myriad scents makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The trees know it, and so do all the animals that dance outside in the… Read more

  As we observe the lights of town from far away, the world is contained within my beating chest, and as she rests her head against my open palms, she tells me how dearly she would like to become a star. Above us in the umber sky, there are black holes and nameless dead gods,… Read more

  Crawling to the water’s edge, I produce a glistening flute. She says my drinking habits are unsocial, and not only that but worrying. Finishing my beer, I tell her not to be so stupid before smearing the flute with vaseline and slowly inserting it inside of her. My actions could be considered strange, possibly… Read more

  A woman in the shadow of a man. A flower in the shade of a mountain. Lovers. Fathers. Themes for disappearing and a voice that breaks whenever he’s not around. Sit in the bathroom sobbing. Break down and curl into a ball but you’ll never leave even though you promise it every night after… Read more

  It could be an Indian Summer, or maybe nothing at all. It could be love, but seldom is. It could be so many things, but even though we try so hard, it keeps crashing down leaving us with only handfuls of sand slipping through our fingers to be carried away with the breeze. Sometimes… Read more

  There are no lights, only the smoke that drifts through the open window and the ever present fear of cancer. Sometimes testicular, sometimes bone and marrow. There are no lovers, either, only phantoms and mouths that beg to be kissed in the early hours of the morning, only when you go to kiss them,… Read more