Drunk and foaming at the mouth, I inspect her photographs and shake my head. Her body fascinates me, and yet her eye for beauty is somewhat lacking. It’s always the same; young girls going to London fascinated by its culture; tempted by the bright lights and sounds of the exotic. And yet so quickly… Read more

  In those blistered mirrors, she looks at the marks on her arms and grimaces. Despite the tattoos and attitude she uses as camouflage, she’s the same as she was when they were fresh; each scar telling a story she’d give anything to forget, the past isn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.… Read more

  As she undresses beneath a painting of a sycamore tree on Bunker Hill, I drink straight from the bottle. White wine. Australian. It does the job, but it takes a few cigarettes to ease me into another state of being enough to wipe out my juvenile fears. Her sex is shaved and smooth to touch,… Read more

  Frogs boil on the sidewalk, and as I pass them by, their melting eyes blink at mine accusingly as if I’m somehow to blame for their demise. The smell of bubbling flesh making me wretch, I hum a song to take my mind off it while looking at a wall of TVs in an… Read more

  Between her toes as they peek over the side of the bed, there’s a chasm where all her old lovers hang out. Sliding her fingers in circles in the one spot they could never find, she says she’s in search of a magic moment, but I’m bored and can’t think of a reply. Rolling… Read more

  She gave me a blowjob while we bathed in lukewarm water, and despite my fear of cannibalism and the water making my hands resemble the skin of a cooked chicken, I shot my load into her mouth as three thousand souls died in an earthquake somewhere along the south coast of Japan. It made… Read more

  As much as it still pains me that Sarah and I lost baby Bethany, the more I see of this world, the more thankful I am that she never had a chance to suffer on such a cruel rock. Life can be beautiful, there’s no denying it, and yet man’s inhumanity to man is… Read more

  Sea urchins wail behind her eyelids and as the bullet slides down her throat and hits her whiskey belly, I part her legs and sing to where I came from. There are so many untold mountains, some underwater, and some tucked behind her restless ribcage. We sink beneath the waves. We fall through the… Read more

  The two of them were in her parents garden, and despite it being summer, there was a chill breeze that carried in the air. The one nearest to me was naked, her body covered with strange symbols that had some kind of meaning I knew not what of. Black ink twisting around her curves,… Read more