I asked the wounded soldier If he had ever seen anybody die He said that he had seen many die I asked how many he had murdered None I was obeying orders That is not what I have been told You have enjoyed your killings I then set up a camera In the corner of […]

We were told by the captain of the ship That for the next seven hours our passage Would be rough because of the weather outside We were however safe because the Miranda K Had been designed to withstand these seas Nonetheless as I sat in my cabin I was worried as I was not in […]

Petra held his hand tightly As she was scared of the void They were searching for the sun Which had not been seen for days It had been suggested That the sun had grown tired Of the countless wars And was grieving Over the death of its only son In a ruined desert city without […]

SUPERMAN was sitting on a bench He was reading My Gash is Moist A novel by Lelia Bohyd

My Gash is Moist was sitting on a bench She was reading SUPERMAN A novel by Lelia Bohyd

There was an ugly damp patch on our wall I had managed to dry it out But it had left a visible mark So we decided to cover it with a poster A poster from the inter-war years That evening Michelle came around for supper She had brought us a housewarming gift A vintage petrol […]

I often take photographs of the Magic Hour As it sinks into the brittleness of the night This is one of my greatest passions

Everything is Nothing Nothing is Forever Are my two Best Friends

Sometimes when I am quite alone I feel the weight of the dayHeavy on my slender shoulders I am aware of my sad eyes This is the first thing noticedWhen new people meet me What sad eyes you have You are quite beautiful But you have such sad eyes

Joe Josie Have you renewed our English Heritage membership yet No Why Because they refused to remove that awful flag last summer Flag The faggot flag I just thought it was wrong It just seems to me that it is either black this or black that Or faggot this and faggot that They are not […]