It was a glorious sunny day in March, the warmest day of the year so far, when I met the girl who changed my life. Lately, I’d taken to walking alone in the countryside carrying the worries of the...

1986:I saw the girl on the bus today. Standing in the wasteland by the burnt-out shell of the reactor. Posing, with a dirty old tyre, on shiny carbon grit surrounded by the irradiated windswept scrub. Much of the green...

Jess loves to drive at night, the thrill of the chase, the glowing array of lights on her dashboard. She feels dark: deep suntan, ripe plum lips, dark mascara, leather jacket, driving gloves. Feels in the mood: the girl...

depression reigns and I cannot alterin the end love betrays us allwhether it be a slow slipping away of passionor a heart that can't let go...hurtingdying in the moment as feelings buildeuphoria when you utter you love medeep sadness...

blowing across the desert flying aa a hawk in the skyor perhaps more intune with the airI'm tethered to Earth but air and space are my immortal portalsthe very blood running through meeyes loom in the heavens they are...