Escaping layers of reality as we run down the road drunk and fearful of the future, the town can’t contain us. All those galaxies; those infinite stars that have been silently watching us our entire lives. They’ve been doing it since we were kids, and they’ll keep on gazing until the day finally comes… Read more

  Words not to impress, or to undress, but to starve off annihilation. If you claim to be a writer, but writing isn’t your lifeblood, then give up. Go work in a bank, or paint pictures of fruit instead. It should be a matter of life and death every time you sit down and bleed… Read more

  Lovers come and go, bringing moments of joy never to be forgotten. They bring pain, too, plenty of it in fact, and that won’t be forgotten either. It makes us who we are, and gives the journey of life its meaning. Gives it a little texture, if you will. I’ve had several lovers, and… Read more

  One hundred drunken words. One hundred women that were never mine. At work, I daydream oblivious to those around me. I imagine a life where you don’t have to bleed to companies and organizations to simply exist. It’s fantasy, but it shouldn’t have to be. The days are cold, but soon it will be… Read more

  Her body in various positions. Dreams of setting fire to all my yesterdays; visions of letting go and floating to a nearby galaxy as she searches for me in the dark. I wake every morning adamant that never again will I put pen to paper. It has to be done. No more struggle- I admit… Read more

  As the lights from a passing car illuminate her face, the whiskey in my belly alleviates rational thought. Her body is monolithic; it makes my hands do strange things not against my will but against my sense of good taste. Drinking to summon and to repress in equal measure. The weight of love, and… Read more

  She points at elephants as the blood from my gums tastes like metal. There are stars in the shape of an arrow; there are cigarettes that linger between itchy fingers. Smoke drifts through the window of her car and clings to our clothes, but the rush of night air soon takes it away. Headaches… Read more

  We exist in bubbles of lucid metal that tear through flesh like words tear through tired hearts. She’s so young and yet she’s older than half the stars in the galaxy. She’s so alone, more so than all the dead trees in all the burning forests of the world. But I wouldn’t change her, though,… Read more

  She says she’s dizzy. She stands with her arms held high to the rain and knows the fire in my heart must be true. She stumbles. Maybe it’s the two bottles of wine, or perhaps it’s the sight of me revealing myself in the shadows. The shadows are my home; they don’t judge, and… Read more

  Death to hipsters and other strange dreams involving the feel of your ankles in my skinny white hands. Stomach cramps and hallucinations as those trapped in fallen skyscrapers levitate somewhere between life and death. No lights, only the shine of your smile as we race to uncertain ends. These careless lovers- how they falter… Read more