Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. In the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot the stains the feather No matter what is...

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...