Woke up drunk and needing the toilet, so I pissed in an empty wine bottle as I didn’t have the energy to make it to the bathroom. Holding the golden fluid before me like it was some archaeological find reminiscent of that scene in Indiana Jones, I popped the bottle on the windowsill where it… Read more

A mouthful of wine. And another. A few shots, and just like that, she spreads herself and I’m floating somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Her fingers, they taste of Battenberg cake. My tongue. It searches and searches, and when she arches her hips just right, the answers are right there, explicit. Illicit. Juicy like fruit.… Read more

In a pet store off the beaten track, I catch my breath and take in the shade. Frogs are popping on the sidewalk, their manky guts plastered all over my scuffed shoes. Dizzy and drunk, some young sort eating an ice cream gave me the eye, and as I gazed at her mouth, she purposefully… Read more

She dissolves in the steam. Her bones, they be clean so clean, and when she touch them, she get this finger of white heat at the base of her spine that sets her teeth on edge. Beneath the water, worlds come and go. Lovers flow and swirl down the plughole, and when she scrub her… Read more

As I’m lying there in the park looking up at a glorious sun, she’s running herself a bath. Each action is clumsy and childlike from the Vodka she’s been knocking back, and although she doesn’t feel happy she giggles to herself all the same, quite unsure as to the reasons why. Swaying there watching the… Read more

I’m sat in this park jotting down words into a tatty notepad. These words, they’ve got me into trouble so many times, and my obsession with wanting them to reach others has pushed me far from where I once belonged, and yet still they keep coming. They pump and stutter with all the elegance of… Read more

Taxi trips through the heart valves of a strange city. Trains to old towns where old lovers wave to me from platforms I remember walking upon as if it were only yesterday. It doesn’t make me feel sad, but it does make me feel strange, and this strangeness never seems to explain itself no matter… Read more

Through the trees I find myself spinning. Spin spin spinning to a song only I can hear, and when I breathe in and skip between the roots of all those watchful trees, I can feel the cosmos in my lungs, and even though they tell me this isn’t how I should live my life, I… Read more

Sips her vodka and coke and lies there fantasizing about neck kisses and hands on her thighs that inch higher and higher. Lights her smoke and sees herself swirling through the air like a falling leaf spinning faster and faster the closer she gets to the ground. She goes this way and that. She slips… Read more

This town was once underwater, and that’s where it should’ve remained. But against better judgement, it rose from those timeless, murky waters and now people gather around and dance upon the fossilised remains of their aquatic ancestors. They dance to popular music and believe in popular dreams. They exist without knowing, and to exist without… Read more