Was supposed to write something that would make you want me. Something that upon reading would force you onto your back with your fingers in at the knuckle searching for clues to our origins while attempting to call out my name. I got sidetracked by Minecraft, though. I’ve built this town by the coast,… Read more

  The sun is a halo that’s a will-o’-the-wisp that’s a smile that grows and widens like something you know but won’t tell because you like playing hard to get. There’s a cigarette with my name on it, but you won’t roll it because you’re too busy giving those eyes. You know the ones. Bigger… Read more

  On the stairwell, she lights up her smoke and talks about her dreams while we descend two steps at a time. Discreetly feeling my cock, I take photos of what’s around us while attempting to follow her train of thought but it’s near impossible. The way she jumps around. The way she flits between… Read more

  I’m unwashed and unkempt, but you take it just the same. The smell emanating from my sex reminds me of smoky bacon crisps.  Most likely Walkers. In America, you call them Lay’s. Is this good or bad? I’m not sure, but you don’t seem to bat an eye. My dreams concern spiders. Spiders in the dead of… Read more

  On my walk through town, there was a dog chained to a lamppost outside a convenience store. He was a proud looking thing, and as he waited in anticipation of his owners return, I knelt down and proceeded to pat him on the head. Looking up at me, he smiled in his doggy way and… Read more

  The death toll from the burnt-out tower in London keeps rising. There are whispers that the number could hit triple figures, and that some of the victims may never be identified. It’s one of life’s many horrors. These atrocities that snuff out so many before their time- there have been many before, and no… Read more

  There were dreams of fields and reservoirs with wet soil beneath my fingers and then I awoke to the news about the tower block in London setting alight. On the tele, they showed it burning like a firework. The flames were orange and angry, and as the news reporters told stories about those who… Read more

  I am my faults and failings, and I wear them like scars. I am my boredom and lack of interest, and there is nothing to be ashamed of because I write from the heart and nothing else matters. There is love sometimes. There is a passion that burns and simmers, but I do my best… Read more

  There are brown eyes and knife fights and lipless kissing on balconies overlooking seas of limbs and hips and throats that just beg to be bitten because this booze does things to us we can’t deny. There are your hands and my hands and my fingers on your chin as the seasons come and… Read more