There’s toast and eggs and a few cigarettes and painkillers to ease the aching of my bones, and out of one eye I see you, and out of the other, a wall splashed with grease and other such muck. There’s a spider on the ceiling, and in the dining room, a bird in a cage… Read more

  Bibles. Secretion. Lovers in flames and lovers in denial. A kiss. Kisses. Beer and cigarettes and wine and those streets that dissolve only to come back together again when you’re sleeping. And when you sleep, where do you go? When your defences are down and the universe speaks to you in the language of… Read more

  On the surface of a faraway planet the likes of which none but us will ever glimpse, I make her lie down on her belly on a bed of sand. She rests her chin on the back of her hands, and as I part her legs and spread her sex, her eyes dilate and… Read more

  You get these four-year-old prodigies that can play the piano, and I just look at them and think, you little cunts. Here I am grinding through the days trying to become a better writer, and they just sit there acting like Beethoven as if it were no big deal. They’re almost as bad as… Read more

  In dreams, I’m the man that invented the Ferris wheel. In a bubble of music and laughter on a frozen lake, she’s throwing darts at a line of balloons pinned to a wooden board, and each time one of them pops, she looks over at me so excitedly while biting her lower lip. There are fireworks… Read more

  Draw the curtains and turn out the troublesome light. Smoke a cigarette and crumble and then bloom and crumble and bloom some more. Smile at nothing and then break down with each and every laboured breath while unbuttoning your shirt and touching your breasts even though you’re miles from being in the mood. Sometimes… Read more

  Maybe one day the bomb will drop, and there will be no more celebrities or poets and no more useless jobs. If one bomb drops, the rest will surely follow, and never again will I have to add filters to my selfies to disguise my pale and blotchy skin, and nor will I have… Read more

  Streetlights and migraines and bodies and cats while watching Blue Velvet with one eye shut to block out the pain. With my head on the pillow, I breathe in the scent of America even though I’ve never been. Big leafs and scorched sidewalks. Trees and suburbia and serial killers the likes of which Brady… Read more

  In the blink of an eye, she became the spark and then the lighthouse. Within a matter of weeks, she drew the animals from the forests and night after night they sought her light just like I. As those around me were dead to the world as I stood smoking my cigarettes looking up… Read more