“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.”

(Andrea Gibson)



Good eating advice…

June 1, 2014



“An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best.

Such a life has not been granted me.”

(Michel Houellebecq)


June 1, 2014


I lost her after awhile, and of course she was never mine. I borrowed her and she borrowed me from our lives.

(Eileen Myles)



June 1, 2014



Day for night, this illumined fish,
neon cross-hatches familiar drinkers.
Ten in the morning, blokes
from Patrick Hamilton down lager. One, bespoke
vowels and shabby mac, says it’s his second,
but a couple of vodkas saw him OK
before venturing out.
His friend tells how (his shout)
luckily, he hasn’t stopped since last weekend
She’s dressed for evening.
Ten in the morning.
Black lace, stilettos,
face taut, tucked
Chats up the Barman, eyelids shut
Twenty past, showers force families indoors.
Her voice downpours
above stirred Martini.
Words quick-drying as rain kissed bar floors