Wasting My Life

Anh asks Jack Thompson ‘What have we been put on this planet for? What’s life about Jack?’ and Jack replied: ‘I have to say I think that’s an impertinent question. We’re here. This is it. You want a reason for this, you want a purpose for this How arrogant. Life itself is a joy. I…

The Trauma Cleaner

The smell hits me before my eyes adjust to the dimly filtered light. The stench of piss, of musty damp and rotting food. There are floorboards beneath my feet, I can’t see them but I can hear their muffled creaks under the junk mail, scraps of paper and old wrappers that line the floor, clumped…

Peach Stone

It look me longer than usual to get into the saddle for 2020, by early March I’d finally slid and found my rhythm…and then a week later the entire world was flipped upside down and, my just-learning-to-relax life was jolted out of the saddle. I’m still getting dragged along the unforgiving ground, my foot tangled…