Posts Tagged: photography

what did the maid think when she found broken glass in the rubbish?

I wrote this story yesterday, before sunrise, before I had to wake the kid up and drive him to school, before my customary breakfast of fruit and granola bowl at a cafe where they play soppy 80s music and let

what did the maid think when she found broken glass in the rubbish?

I wrote this story yesterday, before sunrise, before I had to wake the kid up and drive him to school, before my customary breakfast of fruit and granola bowl at a cafe where they play soppy 80s music and let

the butterfly collector

Here’s the link to my latest flash fiction on Hijacked Amygdala.  It’s about infidelity, the least original of sins. Also have a look at brilliant art and poetry from Anna Spoon. It blows the mind.   the butterfly collector It

the butterfly collector

Here’s the link to my latest flash fiction on Hijacked Amygdala.  It’s about infidelity, the least original of sins. Also have a look at brilliant art and poetry from Anna Spoon. It blows the mind.   the butterfly collector It

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

six word story no. 28

yes, the cunt; now her cojones.

six word story no. 28

yes, the cunt; now her cojones.

le chapeau rose

vis un peu, dit le chapeau rose.

le chapeau rose

vis un peu, dit le chapeau rose.

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

lola’s mobile

He entered her with her bottom on the sink and legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed her hair and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She responded with equal ferocity and bit his lip. Fuck me hard, I don’t break.

lola’s mobile

He entered her with her bottom on the sink and legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed her hair and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She responded with equal ferocity and bit his lip. Fuck me hard, I don’t break.

drinking and other acts with Charles Bukowski

‘How much would it cost me to feel like a man again,’ he asks the tallest of the three, the one whose eyes slant upward, her eyeliner is thick and precise, and Charles is lured by its edge. But she’s not a she, though that no longer matters. Not to Charles, not tonight.

drinking and other acts with Charles Bukowski

‘How much would it cost me to feel like a man again,’ he asks the tallest of the three, the one whose eyes slant upward, her eyeliner is thick and precise, and Charles is lured by its edge. But she’s not a she, though that no longer matters. Not to Charles, not tonight.

je suis une chienne

i watch a man and woman argue, he’s farang and she’s Thai, she’s shrieking in Thai, and that in itself is unusual because Thais rarely raise their voice, but she’s a banshee, you don’t know what a banshee is, i

je suis une chienne

i watch a man and woman argue, he’s farang and she’s Thai, she’s shrieking in Thai, and that in itself is unusual because Thais rarely raise their voice, but she’s a banshee, you don’t know what a banshee is, i

six word story no. 26

my mouth is a sharp-tongued houseplant.

six word story no. 26

my mouth is a sharp-tongued houseplant.

la folie m’aime

but would death be absolute?
or would i come back as a centipede?

la folie m’aime

but would death be absolute?
or would i come back as a centipede?