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 i […]
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 are […]
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 with […]
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 and those […]
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 communication. A […]
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 and […]
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 piece […]
I am here yet elsewhere. There appears to be not a soul answering my queries on the other end of this virtual postbox, which continues to blush bright red at both their absence and my sheer temerity. Meanwhile, I continue to dwell in circular confusion because bouncing plastic is promising the cheeriest of one-minute responses […]
I can always tell when you think I’ve been neglecting you. Your curves become jagged edges, and your stems suddenly seem to stretch to the skies whilst your drops caress the gravel on the ground beneath your feet. Your full stops become aggravated stabs at the page, and then in the next instant there’s not […]
Be proud. Be this. Be that. Be another. Be something or other. Be anything you want to be, as long as it fits in with me.
You’ve got a crooked eye, you say. It’s not crooked, I say. It’s lazy. It simply can’t be bothered. One day it will close up, give up the ghost, put the […]