The cat’s name is Honey, and as she takes a piece of cheese from my hand, a homeless guy stood in the park across the road is stabbed in the juggler. Although he’s not really homeless, just like the cat isn’t a stray. It’s all superfluous anyhow, and as blood pisses from his neck and… Read more

  Warm spunk, ready to cover a temple of imperfection. Ready to infect and desecrate all that I deem fit. There’s not enough truth in fluid. Not enough viscera. Sucking mouths and breasts. Placing fingers in pink, fleshy holes. Swallowing sermons that no longer exist. Those nipples that long to be chewed, and the lips… Read more

  Opening my hand at the foot of the garden in an effort at catching snowflakes, a bird lands on it instead and pecks at my wrist. Feeling the urge to vomit, there’s a hole in the sky that lets me see back to when she was just a girl. Standing there gazing up at… Read more

  All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the… Read more

  Looking up at the night sky that’s littered with meteors and old paint cans, I remember lying down in the middle of a road while drunk and in awe of her beauty. She was dancing in circles, and as my head rested against cold asphalt, her eyes were brighter than the stars that awaited… Read more

  These buildings contain the shadows of the man I once was, as do so many deserted streets. The trees are a witness to my transformation. They speak to me of old house parties and awkward liaisons in darkened rooms while drunk and on the verge of puking. It’s strange now to think of such… Read more

  When I’m asleep, and all my ex-lovers are floating outside my window, she appears in the mirror and slips through from her world to mine. She is the cure for my illness, a trick of the light that bends itself against blacked out eyes. The rest are serpents. Whores in sheep’s clothing, or maybe… Read more

  On the shoulders of dead neighbourhoods, she tiptoes to catch a glimpse of those she thinks are prettier. With her fingers cold from winter sun she digs them deep and swallows away the anxiety that’s been with her for so many seasons. Floating down the Avenue as the parade moves into the distance, she… Read more

  In the glove compartment, there’s a paper orchid. In his pocket, there’s a stone with his lover’s initials carved deeper than love. The sound of laughter, and the rattle of teeth from a mouth that’s tasted death more than it should’ve. Bellies of desire that sit hunched in pain and anguish. The beautiful ones… Read more

  As she drinks a milkshake in some seedy downtown cafe, a thousand foxes have their bellies torn open in an act of vengeance carried out by those who have no names. As the blood creeps to our feet, a sudden downpour saves us from being tainted, and I smile, although I’m not sure why.… Read more