There was a time when writing didn’t mean that much to me; when I could go months without putting pen to paper and feel not one ounce of regret. To think of those seasons when to conjure words was of no interest; when my passion wasn’t for imagination, but for wasting hours doing not much… Read more

  In the time it takes to prise open the cellar door, I see what remains of my incarcerated faith with a curious smile spreading across chapped lips. In a place where snakes and rats crawl in conjoined circles that resemble the shape of her breasts, my fingers tighten around the crowbar as thunder rolls… Read more

  The last slithers of light dance upon blades of grass as I stand in the bathroom pissing out an evening’s worth of beer. Looking through the open window while trying not to lose my aim, it’s a great sensation to be letting it all out while taking the time to observe nature in all… Read more

  She undresses in a pool of oil, and despite there being no moon, I can see every blemish she has to offer. It makes her feel ugly, and she does what she can to hide away, but I demand to see everything because every inch of her is honey on my tongue. The secret… Read more

  As a stray cat meows while eating leftover chicken from out of a bin, my fingers itch at the prospect of what will inevitably follow. The evening is made of horror movies and handjobs, and the soundtrack one of thunder and rain against a window held together with duct tape. The sudden intake of… Read more

  There’s a light that shines beneath her skirt, and when I lift it up, I catch a glimpse of the freeway and ten-thousand glistening shards of glass that hang suspended over a lake the colour of her eyes. Unzipping myself and letting her see what I’ve got, she pokes it for a bit but… Read more

  The waitress is brunette. She looks French. Petit. Stuck-up. She refuses to look at me, and no matter how intently I stare at her, she avoids my gaze. Undressing and possessing her as she collects empties and cleans tables, I imagine her dancing in a room the colour of blood. It’s the same colour… Read more

  On the tips of your fingers to the end of your cigarette. From your sweet little toes to the nip of your nose, and in each hushed breath as the night air floats to the foot of your bed. What you fear most keeps calling your name; it stays safe from harm when you’re… Read more

  It rains for all the dead animals, and for all those that died too soon. It rains for all the lovers, and for all those with no love left to give. The streets are empty; they breathe for no one. Raining for hours on end, it rains in my heart as well. There are… Read more

  The morning after a night of heavy drinking, she sleeps curled into a ball on the sofa. Pulling the duvet up so it covers her nude body, the wail of sirens cuts through the early morning silence reminding me of how bad I feel. Head pounding from mixing my whiskies and beers, my mouth… Read more