These wide-open spaces, they make her feel alive and at one with all things, and yet she can’t quite shake the lingering hand of death. It trails her like the ghost of some family pet that hangs around not knowing it’s long since dead. Picking an ice-cream from a van parked by the side of… Read more

Her belly be bloated. Bloated like a pufferfish. She kicks her legs and growls at me. She hisses and calls me cruel. Calls me a beast. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look up at the ceiling at the cracks. The cracks that spread in the hot weather like the feet of a… Read more

I’m trudging through these fields behind my old house. A few dog walkers pass me by but other than their fleeting appearance, I’m pretty much left to my own devices. Felt a calling, you see. The animals and trees were speaking to me. They spoke my name in hushed tones that carried in the breeze,… Read more

These useless days, she skips through them like a tidal wave. Stripping chicken from bone not watching where she’s going, she bumbles down crowded streets on the verge of tripping over her feet, oblivious to the tiresome lives of others that play out around her. And yet she always has the good luck of not… Read more

In a fast food joint downtown, she eyes up all the chicken being fried and grins like a naughty kid. Little pixie she is. Little greedy guts stood there counting the loose change in her purse telling herself she won’t get anything knowing full well she will. She’s got enough for a big portion, too,… Read more

Sat outside a little café off the beaten track, she’s reading an article on her phone about the sun. They say in ten billion years or so it’ll die a great death by becoming what’s known as a planetary nebula, and after expanding in size and destroying all of Earth and everything in between, all… Read more

These streets I’ve known my entire life. I’m a stranger to them, and they’re strange to me. The same buildings from my childhood look back at me as I pass them by, and yet no words are exchanged. They knocked down my old school some years ago. And my old college, too. Their latest incarnations… Read more

I hack up a mouthful of phlegm and lob it into the toilet where it sticks against the porcelain for a bit before sliding down to meet the pissy water and sinking out of sight. When it does, I scratch my arse and move to the kitchen. Got a bad stomach. Got a bad everything.… Read more

She got a subtle sense of beauty. More than flesh. More than skin. Something within, but fuck if I know how to describe it. It’s tricky, don’t you think? Skin. The elasticky stuff. It turns you on and yet it’s everywhere. It’s like finger food, and finger food is just so, y’know, meh. But a… Read more