Some old lady with a scarf wrapped around her head stands beneath a tree wrestling with her umbrella. As she does so, more not-so-old people pour from a care home into a waiting minivan, no doubt off to play card games in the local community centre, wherever that is. It’s raining. It always rains here.… Read more

In a bar someplace on the outskirts of town, slightly drunk but well within my limits. There are too many people. There are people. Beer makes way for Sambuca, and Sambuca makes way for cocktails with stupid names but no one cares because they’re all far too gone. Pushing my way through the crowd out… Read more

While I’m falling asleep watching the leggy blonde on Countdown select random squares for the numbers game, X pulls her car over to the side of the road and bursts into tears. It’s been coming all day. Longer, really. With both hands on the steering wheel, she leans forward and hides her face from those… Read more

The waitress boils a pot of tea and fetches a slice of caramel shortbread, a favourite of mine since childhood. The waitress is attractive. Brunette with wholesome hips, though for some reason she doesn’t like me. It’s in her eyes. A silent type of disdain I know all too well. Maybe it’s the beard, or… Read more

There was a burnt-out car in the parking lot of a local supermarket. I was thinking of her thighs at the time, and somewhere in the far reaches of my mushy brain the opening title-shot music of The Shining was playing, and her body was this haunting, organic landscape that both pulled me in and… Read more

There are these doors, and as I stand here deciding which one to step through, the strangest feeling washes over me. It’s as if I’ve been here before. This crossroads. This juncture. It’s like I’m going over the same ground, and once again I’m faced with the same decision. Which door do I open? I’ve… Read more

The window opens and I call out your name. Perhaps it will reach you. Perhaps it won’t. Pouring another glass of wine, I step into the garden and smile as droplets of rain fall slowly then quickly before splashing onto my face. A shielded cigarette summons a swirling head, and a swirling head opens many… Read more

I dream of your fingers upon the teeth of a piano. I dream of a day where the past is liberated from the shackles of the future. These images. These desires. They help the fire in my heart keep burning, and even when that fire dwindles and is all but gone, still it burns, no… Read more

The streets look the same, and yet time passes always. Flowers come into bloom then wilt like everything else. Faces change then come back again. Months turn into years, and still you lose, but a dream is a dream and always will be. Words make way for more words, and sometimes it’s as if none… Read more

The ash of my cigarette. It falls from my hand to be swept away by a gust of wind while she’s somewhere nearby taking a piss in some bushes. It’s dark, so dark that she can’t be seen, but every so often I catch a glimpse of her beady eyes through the leaves and branches… Read more