In the hours you once knew, but not for some time, a brown paper bag dances down the street outside the house where you lived as a kid. Out of sight, but not out of mind, vines climb the crumbling walls, forcing their way in through the rotting window frames. They seek you out even… Read more

Scurrying upwards, Meeko disappears into the leaves of the tree. They look like hands. The tree itself is also like a hand, with its branches reaching out to touch the sky like fingers seeking salvation from the mythical realm above. I say mythical. It could be there’s something up there. Y’know, something more, but until… Read more

The smoke from my cigarette is dispersed by the flapping wings of the hummingbird. With my forefinger stretched out as far as it can go, its beak taps upon the nail I chew when I can’t think of what to write next, or when I run out of beer. I can’t feel the tapping, it’s… Read more

As the hummingbird floats on a gentle breeze, I reach out my hand, unable to resist the promise of the merest of touches. I’m almost certain it’ll spook and fly away, but the closer my hand moves, the more it seems as though I’ve made another new friend. Considering I’m hanging upside down from a… Read more

Sepia light. A rickety garden gate that divides said light like a cobweb. The pathway beyond leads to a biscuit tin adorned with the image of flowing milk. It flows from her left breast to my open mouth. Mountain texture. Many colours. Mostly purples, but some leafy green. Ocean Park. To Venice. To Rome. Alone… Read more

Dancing in circles with a life of their own, around and around the dead leaves go. The rustling sounds they make are like thousands of tiny feet. They make me think of tiny mice, scuttling over the wooden floor of my childhood kitchen. Tap tap tap! Rat-a-tat-tat! Over and over again, those tiny feet go.… Read more

“It better be worth it,” I say. “It will be,” she replies. “You can see so much from up here, and we’re not even halfway. We’ll be able to see a lot more the higher we go.” “Higher?” “Oh, don’t be such a wuss.” “That’s alright for you to say. You know I don’t like… Read more

Leaping to my feet, I reach out my hands and give her my best pleading eyes. Stradling the branch she sits upon, she rests her belly on the bark and lowers her arms enough for me to grab onto. Hoisting me up, she snarls and groans as I grasp for her like a fish out… Read more

The blood is watery, not like blood at all. More like cherryade. Reminds me of the stuff I used to drink as a kid during those endless summer holidays where time and life had no place next to dreams and imagination. If I’m lucky, I squint and see those days quite clearly, but I’m not… Read more

Long locks of auburn curls dance by the side of a harbour. Could be autumn, but most likely it’s winter. There are mouths with spirals of wispy mist escaping them, and steam slipping off the skin of those drinking hot cups of coffee staring into the choppy waters beneath their feet. There’s a pusher, who… Read more