slumming 

I have new flash fiction up on Hijacked Amygdala:   When you tell them your name, they laugh, they say, what a wonderful name, like the fault was yours. In your head, you tap dance to Nabokov: Lolita, light of

slumming 

I have new flash fiction up on Hijacked Amygdala:   When you tell them your name, they laugh, they say, what a wonderful name, like the fault was yours. In your head, you tap dance to Nabokov: Lolita, light of

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

Medicate (be Happy or Else)

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
To prevent heartache do not breathe when ejected from the birth canal. Better still, get born a lemon. No heart. No lungs. No feels or anything. Lemons don’t scream when they’re getting their insides screwed…

Medicate (be Happy or Else)

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
To prevent heartache do not breathe when ejected from the birth canal. Better still, get born a lemon. No heart. No lungs. No feels or anything. Lemons don’t scream when they’re getting their insides screwed…

Huge Fucking Aliens

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Juan was a man of business who wore a midnight blue Brooks Brothers suit and had his initials stitched into the cuffs of his shirt. Juan was prepared for a lot of things; out of the…

Huge Fucking Aliens

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Juan was a man of business who wore a midnight blue Brooks Brothers suit and had his initials stitched into the cuffs of his shirt. Juan was prepared for a lot of things; out of the…

six word story no. 31

the mirror tells a different story.   art by fahren feingold

six word story no. 31

the mirror tells a different story.   art by fahren feingold

beer

If I had to read one author for the rest of my life it would be Charles Bukowski.

beer

If I had to read one author for the rest of my life it would be Charles Bukowski.

correspondence 24.3.2016

from: Babe <listentothebabe@email.com> to: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@email.com> date: Thursday, Mar 24, 2016 at 9.30 AM subject: madness I wanted to take a long break from writing, where you don’t do it every day; instead you only write on a Tuesday

correspondence 24.3.2016

from: Babe <listentothebabe@email.com> to: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@email.com> date: Thursday, Mar 24, 2016 at 9.30 AM subject: madness I wanted to take a long break from writing, where you don’t do it every day; instead you only write on a Tuesday

you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you

I’ve just posted my first piece of fiction on hijackedamygdala.com: ‘you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you’

you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you

I’ve just posted my first piece of fiction on hijackedamygdala.com: ‘you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you’

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

getting out

Originally posted on The Brokedown Pamphlet:
Owen wanted to remember the time before he and Daniel had begun to talk about getting out. The period without that central theme disrupting their lives, but it was difficult not to dwell there,…

getting out

Originally posted on The Brokedown Pamphlet:
Owen wanted to remember the time before he and Daniel had begun to talk about getting out. The period without that central theme disrupting their lives, but it was difficult not to dwell there,…

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

Totin’

Originally posted on Treacle Heart:
[TW: suicide] I’ve been in this waiting room for over two hours and I am glad that it’s not summertime. I haven’t eaten for a few days and I’m feeling so on edge that I…

Totin’

Originally posted on Treacle Heart:
[TW: suicide] I’ve been in this waiting room for over two hours and I am glad that it’s not summertime. I haven’t eaten for a few days and I’m feeling so on edge that I…

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares