The first time I saw Leanne, I was wanking. The second time too. Which should come as no surprise really, as I’m always wanking. When Violet isn’t spreading her thighs and showing me everything she’s got by the light of her impressive new TV, I seek visual stimulation elsewhere and, thankfully, it is all around me. There’s a park at the end of our road. It has no playground, no flat areas for ball games, and it’s relative...

'Hi, Ali.' 'Hi, Vera.' I actually smeared her name, blurred the V into an M and faded out the ending too, so she probably only heard Mer, or Ver. It was embarrassing, but what could I do? She was standing on the kerb at her side of the road, hands on hips. 'Looks like rain.' I stopped polishing glass and glanced up at the gathering clouds. 'Forecasters say not.' 'And you believe those useless buggers?' She had a point. On...

Moonlight reflected in smiling ripples that formed a silver pathway stretching to the horizon. The night turned her telescope around on me, belittled me, shrank me into inconsequentiality. Out here, on an endless ocean beneath an infinite sky, I was no longer an I, was not even a dot on an i. I was nothing. No matter how hard I tried, I was still nothing. And yet, somehow, I could be anything. The vastness freed me, liber...

Hacking bones, I glance askanceAt Graham in his bloody apronSawing through a clump of muscleTrimming fat and severing tendonsOh, those hands! now gloved and crimsonSkillful as a slaughtering surgeonOperations never ending Always reaping, never sewingGrisly gristle, loathsome lites areMinced for barbecue delights; IStuff obscenely swollen skinsHope Graham sees me tease the meatYes, meat is murder, this I knowYet swallow al...

Upright, naked, prowls the plain  An alien race, self-conscious brain  An ember born of sparking flint  A revolution with no hint  No light to shed where it may lead  'Tis here I hone my guilt, my greed  My sisters venture north, east, west  While clasping newborns to their breast  And ripping meat from rigid bone A cavegirl with a cellphone  * The beast collapses, breathes its last We fall upon it, kill the past Eternity...

I know this will sound incredible, unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I swear this is exactly as it happened. There were lots to choose from, dozens, but this one sort of called to me. It did! Honestly, I know it sounds... Anyway, when I got home, the wife just sneered at me. 'Bit early for Halloween isn't it?'  So what? There was a week to go, but she knows I like to have a dummy run at everything I do. I wanted t...

Love, at the atomic level, is an electron. Whether an electron shared, given, or stolen, is not an issue, for these are human descriptors and electrons are not human. The chemical reactions that magically create the illusion of love within the human brain require the mass transfer of these virtually massless particles. Similarly, one may state that at a quantum level, love can spontaneously appear and disappear, pop impos...

'Impress meYes, youStanding, toweringOver little meCold drink in sweaty palmOne eyeball dangling in my braless dressAnd one yoyo-ing from my hellish heelsTo split-thighed heavenliness A goddess, yesNow, little manTell me your dirtyFucking filthyEarthly plan!'*He straightenedPelvis tightenedAnd I saw with my own eyesHis gold belt buckle riseDistort and snapAnd from the depthsA tattooed shaftA cobra spitting venomRose and s...

Slowly circling Sliding down Cork-screwing Paragliding Back from pleasure's peak My heaven Bliss My favourite moment Just before I sink to kiss His eyes, his lips And take his flesh Into my depths Once more Controlled and conscious  Hold him Press and squeeze and Feel him fill my body As he fills my soul I whisper 'Did you?' 'No.' I know Forgo the mess The slow egress Into my mundane Monday workday knickers 'Thanks.' Teas...

Aardvark's at the front Page one And zygote's near the rear See, here But after that this dictionary's worse than Useless * Look No love But sex is everywhere A noun, to have, to be, Apparently So tied up to identity Commitment's close to shit Sense tells me otherwise Truth's here, before lies Honesty, integrity and trust Are simply absent Lust is there in all its guises Cunt, prick, dick are unsurprising entries Anal's a...

Dear Friends, That's how contrary I am. One day I say I can't stop writing and then I write nothing for two weeks. In my defence, I have been away, and whilst away, I had little connectivity. It is hard to believe, I know, but there are parts of the world not yet afflicted by wi-fi, by 3G, never mind 4G, and some of them exist on my beautiful green and sceptered isle. And so, with no prospect of feedback or adulation, the...

I met you in the strangest place Where love is seen but has no face And played a while + We stayed an hour, a day, a week Where love is too afraid to speak And shared a smile + I risked more than I dared to lose Where love is too confused to choose And loved you when + You asked is this how we must live Where love is too afraid to give And lost you then +

Pit. Pat. More tears fell, splashed against the cardboard between my feet like dirt onto a coffin. In many ways, it was a coffin. As I reached down to open it, Ian grabbed my hand, his pretty face ashen, his wide blue eyes glistening with tears. 'No, don't...' I shook my head and tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was insistent. 'If you don't look then it might still...' I shook my head in exasperation. 'Jesus Chris...

History records that a certain celebrated eighteenth century inventor and engineer was an only child. However, recent cataloging of previously unseen family documents has unearthed a hitherto unknown diary of one who appears to be his younger sister. Though written in a complex secret cypher, I have successfully de-coded several tracts, the most illuminating of which appears below. January 14th, 1784 After turning down th...

You say I'm merely borrowed Like in some old cliché Of a song recording sorrow In some other place, on some other day Well let me tell you, Miss I have no more time, no more love than this Please accept the half I have to give Though sad, this is the life I live * I'm not a book off some old shelf Pen, sweater or a coat I'm a person, something like yourself Just trying to stay afloat So listen to me, Dear Though selfish s...