If the world falls apart, and things collapse like a house of cards, I want you to come round and see out the final few hours with me. Let’s open a bottle of wine, smoke a few cigarettes, and sit around chewing the fat in anticipation of the end. I don’t want to save… Read more

  I saw several mourners attending a funeral sheltering from the rain as the coffin was hoisted onto the shoulders of four smartly dressed pallbearers. They struggled with the weight, but in the end, they managed to walk the short distance to the church without dropping it. Stood there watching, it struck me that one… Read more

  In the middle of the night, when the world stops spinning, I sit at my desk and put words onto paper that might be good or perhaps terribly bad. It’s not until morning when the truth is revealed, and I either smile or light a cigarette out of frustration. Remembering days from my past,… Read more

  Down a street in some city of which I’ve long since forgotten, the roads are wet and cigarette smoke escapes the mouths of those I share out my sentence with. They tell me to get a better job, and that if I do, I’ll be happy. When my response is that I don’t want… Read more

  Walking down the sidewalk, I come to a halt and close my eyes. Enveloped by a kiss, the urge to cling to a tree and sink my teeth into its bark is almost overwhelming. Raising my arms, I sway for several second before falling backwards. No one comes to save me, but it’s okay,… Read more

  Walking back from work, a dog runs into the road and dives beneath a parked car. Then another, he too darting through traffic as if wishing for the end. The frantic owner approaches me a few minutes later. Yelling at someone on her phone, she asks if I’ve seen her two dogs. I tell… Read more

    You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers playing a tiny violin on cute little wrists. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading to an overturned car on the side of… Read more

  Lying in bed thinking about past relationships, I squirm at the mistakes that were made. There are so many it’s almost impossible to remember each one. And where am I now? Still in my dead-end job with dreams of making it as a writer. Looking through the blinds at the stars wondering what will… Read more

  She’s an eraser with a thing for black stockings and not shaving. I say I don’t like it, but she doesn’t care. Smoking my cigarettes as she drive’s us into the night, within the hour I’m deep inside of her. She wears her mother’s curse and has her father’s eyes. I try not to… Read more