Before my night shift, I’m sat in the smoking shelter with the stray cat that’s been hanging around work these past few weeks. Jumping up next to me, we sit watching people going to and from the bar across the road while I occasionally stroke his nose. In silence, we keep each other company… Read more

  Safely into the night, lovers fall into semi-precious arms. I am elsewhere, drinking at the bottom of a garden watching shooting stars to the distant sounds of Interpol. As my drunken fingers roll a cigarette, several miles up the road, some kid jumps in front of a train. The next day, they collect the… Read more

  She stands before the abandoned water tower. Covered in snow with dead trees reaching out to her, this feels like a dream, but I know it’s really happening. She says I’m disgusting, but I’ve seen what she looks like on the inside. Whiskey makes my teeth stand on edge. It burns a hole in… Read more

  In the early hours of the morning, an ostrich stumbles into the road as I wake from troubled dreams involving the blushing cat girl and the stench of gasoline. I live in England, yet my dreams take me close to Salk Lake City. I know nothing of this place save that Ted Bundy murdered… Read more

  You can escape the slums and replace them with beaches, yet you’re still the same old girl running from the same old fears. Locations take our breath away, but underneath it all, it’s just a charade. What good is something that can never speak? Golden sunsets send a shiver down my spine, but in… Read more

  My mother was telling me about some kids she went to school with back in the seventies. One died in a fire while working in a hat factory. The other succumbed to a brain tumor, the third, a motorcycle crash. All that potential snuffed out before they even had a chance. Now they’re just… Read more

  The cat keeps on looking at me. I throw a marble at it, and he runs into the kitchen and sulks. I’m tired, so I drink another beer and study my Christmas presents. Earlier, I received a message from a girl in America. She thanked me for existing. It made me feel less like… Read more

  All day long I’ve been bombarded with other people’s opulence, so much so that I prayed for war during the Queen’s Speech. When I calmed down, I watched in silence as rain got in through the window and extinguished my candle. I’m angry, yet do nothing about it. Too many whiskies last night has… Read more