The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 and a bottle of white wine after a day of writing and more writing and editing and even more writing and a walk taking in trees and hot stones that burn my hands when I pick them up while still unable to shake the permanent reminder that I am flesh and… Read more

  When she feels the air in her lungs tighten, she grabs her crayons and draws the animals she sees in her dreams and then ladyparts and skeletons reaching up to the clouds from the dull ground below. When she drinks her wine, she feels a little easier in her skin, and sometimes, when she focuses… Read more

  In the room across from the stairs, she puts on her clothes and smiles at the memory of our act. In her arms, she has held many men but never has she held one like me. Between the sheets and between her legs, she has been looked upon with greedy eyes, but such eyes were as… Read more

  One street after the other skipping through pools of light and pools of oil that glisten as her sex flickers in and out of existence. There’s electricity that guides me forwards. There’s neon on my tongue that tickles what’s within. In the shadows, there’s enough history to bring on enough nausea to last a… Read more

  In my left hand, there’s a lump of clay. In my right, a cigarette. The days are godless as they are sexless. There are those that worship science. There are those that believe we are reaching somewhere. And yet as I suck down the smoke deep into my lungs, I can’t help but feel as… Read more

  The mist rises as we go down. The roads are empty, and the clocks have stopped because time has no meaning. We were watching 28 Days Later, but she fell asleep not long after the scene where they’re on the stairwell of the tower block. Y’know, she offered him a can of Lilt, but… Read more

  I’m sat in the Chinese place waiting for our order. Been here for ten minutes now while she’s at home playing computer games and touching herself. She’ll deny it of course, but I know what she’s like. She enjoys looking at other women while she does it, too, because it does something to her… Read more

  It’s just after three in the morning, and she’s sleeping with her feet out the window. Too hot, you see. The threat of spiders crawling in and wrapping her in a web is a very real one, but she chances it just the same. Outside, you can hear the cries of the feral lot… Read more

  The warmth of sleeping in until long into the afternoon. The comfort of no work and no people and no need to be coherent. Ever seen The Goonies? That 80’s kids film where they go on an adventure searching for treasure? Every time I sit down and write, your body is the adventure, and… Read more