I’ll stifle your. I’ll embroider your. I’ll stab your. I’ll take your. These aren’t, this isn’t, you aren’t a curious mind. I’m against this argument and I don’t have its reins anymore. I’m against this wall and I can’t feel my back anymore. You say brickwork, I say stone. You say window, I say cellar. […]
If you are a mangled organ, pierced, then this is how you dance. Twist over, unravel and bleed through my shirt. I have worn red for such a special occasion (I remembered to put on clean underwear, too). I have sixty thousand miles of vessels to spread among the populace in the hope that they […]
We pray to the west shore. This being — your god, we don’t know his name — this being eats through the sand and gets between your toes. He wraps himself in skin foil, in body-bags and debris. He does not accept prayers before sunrise, no matter how earnest or pleading they might be. He looks […]
Imagination is a whore. A filthy yet fickle whore. Comes to me and for me, spread-eagled and pouting, offering up everything on a wooden platter. Then she withdraws, closes up and turns away. A frost descends. She’s ice cold, white and drained. yes i know you want fucking angels and more fucking angels and all […]
That’s him. Him. That’s who I want to be today. Him. The one who could punch your lights out, fuck you up and fuck you over. And then fuck right off. Hate on his right knuckles, hate on his left. Bile in his heart, with his blood running poison and his mind running on empty. […]
They’re waiting. As I reside in the muffled stillness of an all too rare sun-dappled afternoon and silently mouth my prayer for peace, I can sense their presence outside the door. Waiting for me. A snaking line of three hundred and thirty-three figures queues along the dark corridor, round the bend and down the stairs. They […]
I have hatched a plot whereby we can at last get our slippery, sweaty hands on our prey. I know you don’t believe it’s possible, but it is. It truly is. It has to be, because these sunlit, cloud-dashed days of ifs and buts are growing tired of our procrastination. A dull fever is setting […]
Don’t believe that it’s impossible to disappear. It is. Don’t believe that it’s impossible to step off this whirling world for a few precious breaths, or even longer, and excuse yourself from the screaming hubbub, the voices in your head, the doubts in your soul, the banal and the everyday. It is. Your route is lined […]
Somehow, everything is becoming virtual ripples, concentric circles seen in a scene on a screen in black and white. We’re typing frantically, back and forth and back again. Dotting our eyes and crossing our tees until our fingers overwhelm us and our blurred vision can no longer keep up with our pathetic physicality. The mind […]
Don’t bring a torch. You won’t need it. I have furnished us with a single, swinging light which will provide us with quite enough shadows to stare each other down and out inside this featureless room. I have decided, decreed, determined that you can interrogate me in black and white. It will be a learning process, […]
Whisper in my shell-like. Just close enough to hear, yet not close enough to feel breath. Then tell me. Tell me all and everything, even if it’s nothing. One after another after more and more still. Reel them off, unthinking. Open the encyclopaedia you have always kept on that dusty shelf at the top of […]
I saw a ghost today. Just your average commonplace, mundane, workaday, run of the mill ghost, walking through a throng of shoppers in the hazily polluted urban sunlight of a summer’s afternoon. [I swear I would know that face anywhere.] I don’t know where and how you are supposed to see such apparitions. Films, literature […]
This was the someone I never knew. There were only two formal but friendly phone calls, if that. A couple of back and forth email diversions. Pleasant. Nothing more, nothing less. Three years ago, half an age here, almost an entire lifetime over there. No more words came after, because there was no need for any further […]
All I can do. I shall sit here, barely moving, barely breathing, holding your right hand gently between my cool palms, feeling the delicate lines of skin that form above and below the joints of each of your fingers. It’s true that I am impatient, always impatient, and that such impatience makes me reckless, bothersome […]
I am fascinated by sleep. How it breathes, how it rhymes, how it reasons, how it tastes. The momentary lapses it takes in the spaces between each breath. You have taught me this and that and so much else. And all under the same moon, too. Somewhere at the other end of how long is a […]