As she prepares a great abundance of food somewhere, I’m curled into a ball at the foot of the bed dreaming. At first, the dreams concerned glimpses of her in the nude, but then my vision shifted, and I was on a bus with one of my managers from work. Along with us, there… Read more

  It’s in each drunken high and behind every smile when coming apart at the seams feels like the only possible conclusion. It’s in the sense of defeat that won’t shift even when you try so hard to keep going. The easy way out would be such a gift, but for the likes of us, we’re… Read more

  Bodies as feathers as orbs as pin pricks to let in the light through the darkened sky above. Hushed and plucked and slithering under those sheets that effortlessly fall to the floor while you lower your mouth and await my kiss, these fingers tingle and pulsate like those stars in deep space that know the… Read more

  Between your legs and between your dreams, I’m as lost as I ever was. Between the walls, this summer heat causes us to swim in each other’s sweat but the sense of intimacy it brings outweighs the drawbacks a million times over. Sliding down the length of your body I suckle your breast while… Read more

  Behind my eyes and upon the tip of my tongue, there are fish fingers and half-empty bottles of vodka along with those little cakes with the soft centres in them. French Fancies, I think they’re called. Once dated a girl who liked being fed them during the act of intercourse. It was alright, I… Read more

  In the warehouse at work, someone had spilt what looked and smelled like lavender fabric softener on the floor. In a quiet corner away from others, I stood there and breathed in its scent and within seconds was taken back to a time and place from my youth. Closing my eyes, it pulled me… Read more

  You, me and the sky beneath our feet. You and I and the damp bed sheets that just get in the way of what we’ve been meaning to say for so long now. If it doesn’t involve madness and a sense of unbecoming, it’s not worth it. If it doesn’t leave us not knowing… Read more

  While she’s sleeping, I creep to a place they tell me not to go. On tip toes, I salivate at the thought of what awaits me there. The other place. The bad place. The place where I give in and let them have me without shame. Addictions. Obsessions. The lust for flesh, and the… Read more

  By the brook in the dark of night, we wash the soil from our hands and spit blood from our mouths. It mixes with the cold running water so that we are with nature again, and when we kiss, we taste birth and death and wine and all those dreams they told us not… Read more