writing | MY TROUBLED MIND

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …

Apnoea

How many of us are going to slip out of here like oily eggs onto breakfast plate without a whimper, …

I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …

I knew even before I put it on that there would be strict segregation on the clothes horse; it would …

Beyond disappointment; I saw real fear in the tears of flashes of future cold as hands on bed-warm thighs; of …

I like to imagine it as an idea rumbled in, wrapped around the rungs of a thundering chariot’s wheel, smuggled …

And of course poor old Charlie full moon-eyed and ten thousand years sad always spalooging around crying out into just …

I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …

The people walking in the street I cannot meet their eye The dog that trots beside their feet I smile …

Last listened in back lanes, dust billowing in headlights, vest red goon splatter kidneys aching, piss sharp needles automatic gears …

It may not be fashionable, but it certainly is nice to go to bed at 11pm on a Saturday. The …

The defence counsel said after reading his antecedents (16 convictions from 25 charges) “The Defendant is 27, still a relatively …

Railway station in a country town, flagstones wide, dark and wet with rain. Cast iron bolts suffocated by thick beige …

I’m outside, on the corner slate flower bed purple as burst plum, conjures mother, leant, exhausted on the speckled countertop, jousting …

I unloaded our little camping stove, which was dented and covered in spatterings of dried tomato sauce and dust, and banged …

Every time you hiccup it sounds like I’ve pulled the plug on the heroine of a horror flick just as …

I wanted to write simply words that made sense, persistent as grime under fingernails, or ingrained as dirt in callouses of …

whether or not I’m a good lover. I’m more concerned with whether or not I’m a good friend. I’m more …

Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …