Walking together through the bus station and then out into the open air, it’s late on a Friday, and we’ve just left the cinema. Despite the time, the sky is still blue, and there are plenty of people about getting ready for a night of drinking in the bars and clubs that litter the… Read more

  This is the proof copy of my debut book. It came in the post yesterday and was waiting for me on my arrival home after work. The artwork is my own, and it consists of 275 pages of prose written between January 2014 to January 2016. With any luck, it should be available to purchase… Read more

  The town and city that blur with each footstep. The lighthouse that connects us even though we don’t speak. The numbing sensations we receive that lift us up while we sink beneath waves of depression no one knows how to confront. The dry wind, it scratches my face; it lifts water up from the ocean and… Read more

  It rained all morning, and then it rained for the rest of the day until the streets flooded, and frogs invaded the homes of those with letterboxes at the foot of their front doors. Watching Night of the Comet while contemplating what woman to think of while abusing myself without shame, a cold draft drifted… Read more

  There’s not much I want to do, but one thing that would give me a kick is to take her into the bathroom and make her whisper Candyman five times before the mirror above the sink. Holding her arms behind her back, I’d force her to stay there until he came to get her, and… Read more

We are thought criminals and dancers skipping down the middle of the road as cars crash around us in the dead of night. We are strangers and lovers passing on deserted streets like whispers from a hundred years ago that evaporate like the beads of sweat on our sleeping heads as soon as they are… Read more

Bombing the universe, I piss in a plant pot while drunk and watching The Shining for the fifth night in a row. The American version, mind, none of your European bullshit. Convinced my early death is imminent, I roll a cigarette and observe the scene where Jack confronts the woman in room 237. It’s the… Read more

In the blink of an eye the veil was lifted, and for the first time in your life, you saw people not as ideas, or as permanent beings, but as bones with flesh wrapped around them. Endless bags of bones drifting around as if they had all the time in the world when in reality… Read more