Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

City Triptych

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More

Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More

It’s a strange feeling, this, to be left alone in the middle of a crowd, to be abandoned by people … More

Drunk and tired and thinking about a conversation I had recently with M (https://artandinsolence.com) so here we have it, a … More

I’ve read about girls like you on the backs of toilet doors.” another collection of things that have been written … More

I’ve read about girls like you on the backs of toilet doors.” a small collection of things I’ve read this … More

Recently, several ~older people~ have informed me that I am responsible for the revolution. They keep saying things like, “It’s … More

I disagree when you describe my associates as “unsavoury characters” because surely if something is un-savoury then it, by definition, … More

I worry that you lie awake beside me Listening to me breathe Wondering with whom and where I’ve been And … More