Keep It Regular
Dreamsoup head, she lifts it and the pearlescent drops fall from her hair like liquid mercury. Her eyes are alight with story, stacked layers of reality filtered through the retinal slice she had implanted fifteen years ago. Post Burn Paris is not…
Work quicker. Work harder. Work faster. Deadlines and headlines are how a lot of people manage their work – they are basically targets and goals that you have to hit. Painting a whole neighbourhood would be a main target, but if you…
you’ve never arrived and your illusion hasn’t shattered because it hasn’t mattered to anyone to take a hammer to it you are in shadow hidden from spotlights a whisper in a gallery but you lie to yourself piece together a life from…
Decay was a rudimentary excuse. A man sat there picking apart the cross-stitched home sweet home. The skull in the fire place wasn’t much of an explanation, nor would it have been an hour ago before the charred flesh crisped and peeled from…
gnomic palindromic we are crouched in the confines of ourselves trying to scream through the metal throat there are boots on necks there are needles in arms we were once gliding between stars light notions, frozen glacial pictures now we are developed…
Sometimes I think that writing about how bad news doesn’t inspire, and neither side of the political divide inspires, can mean that people then believe you have no notion of what might constitute a solution, whereas nothing could be further from the…
Perspective can spin a mundane day into something exciting – you would hope. I never needed drugs because I have a scary chemistry set between my ears that fuelled an imagination that could build a world for any purpose. I have always…
I like to stick with saying something as if it were definitive until it gets proven that it is not. I am always willing to be proven wrong, and I will adapt as necessary, but not having a solid viewpoint makes you…
some days it falls out of the head in rhymes some bright beads skittering across the surface of a thought other days you are dropped scuffed pearls into the feed trough hoping they are hungry who is not out in the field?…
He blew up the world with his notepad. Left an apology on the fridge that seemed to have survived the existential collapse, and went for a burger at the weirdly persistent fast food chain that was floating above the head of a…