On my way to work last night, I was chased by a badger. At first, I heard its paws on the concrete, and then as I turned the corner, the black and white of its fur came flashing into view beneath a streetlight. Sidestepping out of its way, it changed direction and charged. Pounding the… Read more

  She comes around with wet hair and demands I strip naked and wash my cock. When I do, she sinks her hands into the bath where I lay submerged and grabs hold of me. Her fingers peel back tightened flesh, and as her eyes pick away at my dirty truth, the rivers of the… Read more

  The cat’s name is Honey, and as she takes a piece of cheese from my hand, a homeless guy stood in the park across the road is stabbed in the juggler. Although he’s not really homeless, just like the cat isn’t a stray. It’s all superfluous anyhow, and as blood pisses from his neck and… Read more

  Warm spunk, ready to cover a temple of imperfection. Ready to infect and desecrate all that I deem fit. There’s not enough truth in fluid. Not enough viscera. Sucking mouths and breasts. Placing fingers in pink, fleshy holes. Swallowing sermons that no longer exist. Those nipples that long to be chewed, and the lips… Read more

  Opening my hand at the foot of the garden in an effort at catching snowflakes, a bird lands on it instead and pecks at my wrist. Feeling the urge to vomit, there’s a hole in the sky that lets me see back to when she was just a girl. Standing there gazing up at… Read more

  All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the… Read more

  Looking up at the night sky that’s littered with meteors and old paint cans, I remember lying down in the middle of a road while drunk and in awe of her beauty. She was dancing in circles, and as my head rested against cold asphalt, her eyes were brighter than the stars that awaited… Read more

  These buildings contain the shadows of the man I once was, as do so many deserted streets. The trees are a witness to my transformation. They speak to me of old house parties and awkward liaisons in darkened rooms while drunk and on the verge of puking. It’s strange now to think of such… Read more

  When I’m asleep, and all my ex-lovers are floating outside my window, she appears in the mirror and slips through from her world to mine. She is the cure for my illness, a trick of the light that bends itself against blacked out eyes. The rest are serpents. Whores in sheep’s clothing, or maybe… Read more

  On the shoulders of dead neighbourhoods, she tiptoes to catch a glimpse of those she thinks are prettier. With her fingers cold from winter sun she digs them deep and swallows away the anxiety that’s been with her for so many seasons. Floating down the Avenue as the parade moves into the distance, she… Read more