I remember the days of taking the bus to this particular hairdresser in Lewsey Farm with my nan. Must’ve been about five or six. She would get a perm and stuff like that, and as she would sit there in one of those fancy chairs with a strange contraption on her head, the woman… Read more

  The second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers documents my literary footsteps over a period of twelve months, and while it carries on from where the first volume left off, it is in itself a new journey. Truth be told, the prose in the first volume was written with little to no destination in mind.… Read more

  Curled up on the sofa together, in our dreams we throw paper planes that shoot through the air before being lifted up into the sky by a gust of wind. They vanish into the clouds never to be seen again, but warm and in each other’s arms, it doesn’t seem to matter. The heating… Read more

  That place down by the river. Or the river itself. I’m not quite sure. When she slides her fingers in and hums, I lose track of where I am and fumble around like a drunk. When the sound of running water quickens and I’m driven to a frenzy, my hands wrap themselves around her… Read more

  Your body and a handful of steam. A hangover in the shape of a swan. A reason to say no. You on your back with a bellyful of stars while I’m staggering around unable to figure out what year it is. We’ve been here before. We’ve said these same words and made the same… Read more

  Lost and bored while eating pizza in the bath, through the open window came the sound of lovers arguing on the street below. Part of me was tempted to get out and spy on them, but instead, I peeled back my foreskin and questioned the nature of my existence. There were no answers, but… Read more

  There’s fried chicken and then a cigarette stood in the doorway of a store that’s been empty for years. Yet again it’s pissing it down, and even though I keep trying to rise above it, failure and the end are in every shadow. The streets are empty as they always are. The parks and… Read more

  In some fast food joint in the centre of town, I eat a burger and chips while looking up your Instagram profile on my phone. Those around me are discussing the film they’ve just seen, but I’m outside of their conversation. Looking at you on the broken screen of my Samsung, I smile at your… Read more

  Darting from car to car, she scampers around in the darkness avoiding my best efforts at finding her. It’s pissing down with rain, and if she doesn’t come in soon, she’ll be soaked and will catch a cold. But we’ve argued, and she’s staying out to prove a point. She caught me looking at… Read more

  When the birds outside sing their songs and you play around with what you’ve got, the music kicks in and I forget how to speak and how to think. What’s your name? What do you look like? As I drink a few beers and roll a cigarette, you flicker in and out of existence… Read more