Who gives a fuck about the colour of your skin or that you’re a boy playing with dolls and makeup or other boys in a closet full of skeletons Who gives a fuck about your neighbour screaming because her head’s being...

Did you turn off the light before leaving the house? The lamp that swayed in the summer breeze whilst we kissed under it? Watchful, buzzing voyeur. Is it the light you come to each evening, pulling at your tie, the...

Where does Loneliness go when it needs company? Does It seek it in the high of a roll up or the amber floating drunk in each cell yelling “what’s up what’s up I love you” to no one in particular...

I recently went on a date with a (grown) man who offered me lurid details about his colonoscopy. While having a roast beef dinner. Yes ladies and gentlemen, that is what you sometimes must endure when you start looking for...

You said to leave you alone Close the door behind me While salt and vinegar crisps flaked on your chest Video game addict You needed a ride every day for every year you couldn’t drive yourself Until you learnt to...

A discussion on art and madness with equal parts brilliance and trauma. [caption id="attachment_809" align="aligncenter" width="287"] Self portrait with Bandaged Ear.[/caption] Vincent van Gogh has long been associated with genius, the embodiment of the ‘tortured artist’. Scientists have found an...