When I whip out my cock, I hear the crumbling of Turkish mountains as they rip and roar into the Black Sea. Gentle at first, like the ruffling of feathers, and then louder, and louder, like bombs dropping on churches in some middle eastern town where the roads run red from slit throats, and any… Read more

The guy in the store knows me and my drinking habits quite well. He never comments, just gives a nod and double bags what I’ve got. He’s handsome enough, but a cleft lip has left him with a crippling sense of self-awareness that hasn’t shifted even into his fourth decade. Not that he’s ever told… Read more

As Mussolini sways like the fleshy pendulum he is, little children dance beneath his feet, pointing upwards in unison at his rock-hard stiffy. Through the power of the myriad rays of the angry sun, it acts as a sundial upon their beaming faces. To be precise, his cock is the gnomon, and upon their beaming… Read more

A fog wraps itself around her limbs like a sheet of white linen. Such linen might’ve been purchased from a charity store, or pinched from a three-star hotel. Either way, it has a delicate floral design. One that wraps itself around the shape of her body. It’s blanketed with a light dusting of dandruff, while… Read more

Many dead in the city. Dead today. Others dead the day before last. Not in a city, though, in a town. One I studied at when I was thin. I still am thin. In the paper, there’s a story about a kid thrown from the top of an art gallery by another kid. Neither today… Read more

There’s a vast expanse. She’s in the vast expanse. Much peat. Many rocks. Miles of swirling nothingness echoing in two porcelain eardrums driven to distraction by aimless humming. There are titillating thoughts one tries to keep to oneself. Thoughts of a dead kid whose final visions consist of a mouthful of fillings belonging to a… Read more

My latest book, X and I: A Novel, is out now and available to purchase on Amazon!! . The story follows two lovers embarking on a strange journey that sees them finding each other again after spending several years apart. There are transformations, talking animals, and themes exploring love, life, memory and death. . As… Read more

Through the doorway as her keyboard rattles and raps atop a table with wobbly piles of books for legs, the stars shine and a moment presents itself. As her squidgy nose runs like a tap, she wipes it on her sleeve. The sleeve is cotton, adorned with zigzag patterns that remind me of old Scooby-Doo… Read more

Someplace in Paris. I’ve never been, but a man I know has. In a room overlooking a junction riddled with trash, the man strips naked. Bag of bones. Pale. Acne. Limbs unattractive but a sense of charisma to iron out the creases. I was never there, but he described it to me almost perfectly with… Read more