Whenever we put pen to paper, it’s a deliberate act of defiance. We know we’ll be defeated, and yet we stick our necks on the block just the same. When we take a step back and search inside ourselves, we know we’ll flinch at what we’ll see, but fuck it, it has to be… Read more

  It’s Monday morning and we don’t have enough money for the taxi into town so we walk it instead. She needs to pee and the more she complains, the more I entertain the idea of her wetting herself, but thankfully for her, she makes it to the toilets of the indoor shopping arcade just… Read more

  First, comes the removal of our clothes, and the shedding of skin as the flame of the candle slowly climbs the bedroom wall. Second, are my hands that grab your wrists while observing your body as it shimmers in the mirror. Mirrors lie, and yet my eyes do not. There’s sweat and the smell of… Read more

  White wine. Straight from the bottle. Huey Lewis. Hip to Be Square. She digs that, and so do I. Cigarettes. Dead cigarettes. Her body as a sunflower seed. Her belly as a playground for my childish needs. Swimming sperms in tissue paper. Bitemarks on stretchmarks and the sweaty scent of sex that clings to… Read more

  Watch Eraserhead and touch yourself. Eat junk food and sniff the palm of your hand while on the phone to someone you often envision in the nude. You don’t tell them because that would take away the magic, as whenever you speak, your body and mind come together and produce a reaction that exists… Read more

  There’s wind, and there’s rain, and at this particular moment in time, there’s a cigarette with your name on it as the hum of an air conditioning unit that sounds like a choir of junkies doing their best to belt out something by Sinatra roars somewhere below our feet. Taking notes in a small notepad, there’s… Read more

  Words and grease and spit. And nude photographs of the elephant man’s mother. And underwear stolen from the washing line of an ex-lover. You know, the one with those lips I spoke about, the ones that invade my dreams and glisten like the shiny surface of an apple covered in a sweet toffee glaze.… Read more

  The light on your face, and the light on mine. The trees that reach for us and the positions we find ourselves in while drunk and flowered up and ready for something to happen. I miss the feel of your ankles in my hands, and I miss holding your breasts while we spoon in… Read more

  You are gone yet by my side. You rise and rise, and even though by morning you’ll be just another skewed memory, I let you kiss me all the same. In the doorway of some abandoned clothes store, I see you smiling while tapping your feet in quick succession to stop you from getting… Read more