2018 is a year I would sooner forget. It’s had more downs than ups. I’ve seen the birth of my first novel in a finished edited form, yet lost a decent job and my family. I’ve become sick of myself, my struggles with mental health and my most recent (and last) heartbreak. Therefore, gentle readers, […]
Black skinned trees swayed naked in falling light, but she was unafraid. Anatole’s howl caressed her frozen ears, carried on wind like lovers breath. He’d caught her copper rich scent. She staggered through fresh powder leaving ruby wet breadcrumbs for him.. Skin bristled. Fine hairs aggitated like arthritic hands by rising cold while night […]
Blue-grey smoke holds such allure against the black. Married, in seamless perfection, to Cuban tobacco tongue. Window down, stereo on, pulse pounds to the flip of a strobe, licking the shore like I lick aromatic lips. Each plucked steel string: a twinge in the chest – the dying breaths of love, callously caressed in blurred […]
Cascading icy metaphor of my misspent affection and refrigerated ardor. Shivering water travels the fleshy slalom of my fulsome spine. I watch my malnourished cock shrivel at torrent’s onslaught. Smiling at irony well taken. Manhood and feeling retreating. Back inside their mumbling sanctuary, while ghostly elegant fingertips trace angry red lines in chill skin. Her […]
Love just happens. We don’t know why. Yet like a flower, if not fed and watered, eventually – dies Got a concern? I can get fucked Got a problem? I can get fucked Fearful, tired, stressed? Your’s is ‘bigger’ than mine Don’t feel supported? Well, apparently neither do you Lonely together? Nothing to do with […]
Oh, render me words In the shape of your pains While I afford you somewhere to rest Sleep, so your shuddering heart and tear-stained cheeks may find temporary peace… For I have known suffering like yours.
White lines Across Northern blue sky Cleave my poor heart In two. My knuckles bleed Consciousness pleads Altitude sick from living Above my demons…
Trying to further my pursuit of the dream. The dream to be published. Editing is a long laborious process. Even with the finish line in sight (after five weeks intensive reading and rewriting) I’m weary and bogle-eyed. Ain’t got time for no Royal wedding G, while living in a dumb ass constitutional monarchy. Where these […]
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