In the morning comes a tinned breakfast. In the tin comes beans, sausages, a burger, some weird egg thing and a few scrawny scraps of bacon. It’s unhealthy as fuck. It’s an abomination, but it eases the hangover, and with each bite, life feels a little better, sorta. Too many cigarettes last night. Stomach’s suffering, Read more

She claims to be unwell, but in her belly, she holds the moon and the stars, and in her veins, flows not blood but milk, so how could she feel anything but heavenly? When she stands in the doorway as I’m drying myself off after showering, she eyes me up while rolling a cigarette pretending Read more

Some old lady with a scarf wrapped around her head stands beneath a tree wrestling with her umbrella. As she does so, more not-so-old people pour from a care home into a waiting minivan, no doubt off to play card games in the local community centre, wherever that is. It’s raining. It always rains here. Read more

In a bar someplace on the outskirts of town, slightly drunk but well within my limits. There are too many people. There are people. Beer makes way for Sambuca, and Sambuca makes way for cocktails with stupid names but no one cares because they’re all far too gone. Pushing my way through the crowd out Read more

While I’m falling asleep watching the leggy blonde on Countdown select random squares for the numbers game, X pulls her car over to the side of the road and bursts into tears. It’s been coming all day. Longer, really. With both hands on the steering wheel, she leans forward and hides her face from those Read more

The waitress boils a pot of tea and fetches a slice of caramel shortbread, a favourite of mine since childhood. The waitress is attractive. Brunette with wholesome hips, though for some reason she doesn’t like me. It’s in her eyes. A silent type of disdain I know all too well. Maybe it’s the beard, or Read more

There was a burnt-out car in the parking lot of a local supermarket. I was thinking of her thighs at the time, and somewhere in the far reaches of my mushy brain the opening title-shot music of The Shining was playing, and her body was this haunting, organic landscape that both pulled me in and Read more

There are these doors, and as I stand here deciding which one to step through, the strangest feeling washes over me. It’s as if I’ve been here before. This crossroads. This juncture. It’s like I’m going over the same ground, and once again I’m faced with the same decision. Which door do I open? I’ve Read more

The window opens and I call out your name. Perhaps it will reach you. Perhaps it won’t. Pouring another glass of wine, I step into the garden and smile as droplets of rain fall slowly then quickly before splashing onto my face. A shielded cigarette summons a swirling head, and a swirling head opens many Read more