High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

Wild Horses

You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More

So we were at this house party and I was sitting in the kitchen sink drinking lukewarm vodka out of … More

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More

CW: suicide, death, description of dead body I went past him on the bus. I could only see his feet, … More

This CNF piece, a mash-up of two old works of mine, was a runner-up in Dead Fern Press‘ Valentine’s Content … More

I am eating the oxygen of the 30-something man sitting next to me. One day he’ll be dead. I do … More

Less than three months into my indefinite stay, Hell froze over. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I remember this because … More

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More