It rains and rains and the water creeps into my shoes and socks making my toes go wrinkly like the hands of an old lady. It rains and rains as cats sleep under cars and birds fly above the clouds and the worms in the garden wriggle and wriggle through the dirt and then when… Read more

Picked up a sandwich after work and ate it in bed upon returning home. It wasn’t the greatest of sandwiches, but it filled my belly and gave me enough energy to write before I burned out and caught an hour’s nap. There were dreams. Dreams of the pub I once worked in, and of the… Read more

Was reading about the nature of the universe on Wikipedia. The size of the observable universe in particular. And then came a list of supervoids followed by the time it takes for light to reach us from those distant galaxies I always bang on about. It got me so overwhelmed that at one point I… Read more

Kisses in the middle of the night as outside the window, heaven falls and darkness rumbles. Maybe it’s thunder. Or some dickheads in their cars listening to music as shit and as pointless as a turd boiling on the sidewalk on some British summers day that lasts as long as a fart. These kisses though,… Read more

Old corner shops and the distance between lovers who hate and adore each other in the same breath. Old memories and still burning hearts that flicker like streetlights down roads that have no end. If you stop and close your eyes, you’ll find that everything you need is inside. In the stillness of your retreat,… Read more

Crisp sandwiches on a blanket by the sea with tiny dinosaurs pecking at our feet before they fly away in the breeze never to be seen again. Blue waves and a blue sky and your smile so sepia and golden and a part of who I am despite wanting to cut you out of my… Read more

Blacked out words on torn sheets of lined paper I scrunch up and tell you to plant inside your belly for good luck. Mushroom clouds in your head and mushroom clouds between your legs that do kickstands and cartwheels as you look at him the way you wish he’d look at you. With the curtains… Read more

The dirt beneath my fingernails, it makes me feel like a kid again in school digging for stones and hidden treasure while on my lunch break. The unposted letters I keep meaning to send you, they sing your name and yours only waiting for the day when they glimpse your angel face. The fountain in… Read more

  Inside of this frazzled cage of a man, there’s a poem about your eyelashes and the halo that resides above that autumn head of yours, but I’m too lazy to write it. Perhaps I’ll leave it for tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. It’ll get done, so don’t rush me, girl. There are… Read more

  Tea and toast and lazy limbs and lungs that breathe in dust without thinking. Then you on your belly kicking your legs while reading a book, and my hands. My itchy hands and itchy fingers. They creep and scuttle like a spider as I spread and see what you look like even though I already… Read more