My body is a mess of semi-erotic fantasies, and editing words shame me for being so naive. All those memories put between the pages of a book; it’s an honor to remember the past, and yet it only emphasizes how weak I am. In my head, I’m forever. On paper, I lack magic in… Read more

  Put your cigarette on the edge of the desk and watch through bleary eyes as the moon appears in the sky above. She shivers at the merest touch. She bleeds beneath me and stains the bedsheets crimson. I carry on, though, gazing in awe at the beauty of sacred fluids that turns our act… Read more

  My desire is to drain all of the Earth’s oceans. It’s to witness what was once hidden as a lover spreads herself before me on white linen doused in sunlight and dead skin. Although lover is not the right word, for relationships seem so redundant. There’s never been a girl who saw the world… Read more

  Revolving doors and warm revolvers as she sticks her fingers in to the sounds of Mogwai. Deeper even deeper they go as she bites thin air as the chemicals electrify her eclectic mind. Her vulva mirrors Scandinavian mythology. She paints with her nipples, and then she makes me suck off the oils when she… Read more

  We sing as the ceiling caves in, and as my fingers slide across the flesh of her lower back, we lose ourselves in the ebb and flow of time. From a drunken kiss at the bottom of the stairs, to blown over tables and chairs as the storm arrives by secret. There are so… Read more

  Teeth as sacred scrolls and eyes that flutter on the sidewalk as a thousand cars drive to a thousand destinations always knowing what they’ll see next. So many colours that melt into my hands; so many memories of kisses that exist in old jam jars and between the pages of favourite books. Those yellows… Read more

  Through several inches of snow, the animals swim as she curls into a ball beneath the harsh winter sun. That mouth of hers, I dread to think of what it’s come in contact with over the years. All those boys she used to hang around; those clumsy attempts at womanhood when she was still… Read more

  Getting in from work, I run a bath. With the rain pissing down outside, it makes me feel at one with myself when little else does. The sound of police sirens drifting through the open window, I imagine what the horizon looks like adorned with all those shimmering lights; it must look so pretty… Read more

  I’ve written so many words these past two years. Going through and editing them for ‘Damned Lovers’, I’m struck by the journey I’ve been on, and where it continues to take me. Every day, I write a fresh piece as well as editing older ones ready for publication, not to mention putting in shifts… Read more

  In slow motion, the car goes off the side of the road as my hands tighten around her wrists. Eyes dilated, she falls back as the sidewalk dissolves beneath our feet. The need to speak is urgent, but I say it best when I take her back home and push her up against the… Read more