the fox 23.10

i sink into cherry leather my palms sticking to sodden oak making little tears in a john smith’s beer mat. this isn’t your local it’s mine. but you slide into a corner table and slot in like you belong. you blend into the depressing wallpaper and sip a lager shandy. i can see our words … Continue reading the fox 23.10 →

not very good 21.10

i’m reminded of the time when i stumbled, drunk all the way from my bar to your restaurant. i was unsure of my intentions but all i could think of was you, all consuming, taking all of my brain. i burst through the door after closing sprinting to your open kitchen. you looked shocked to … Continue reading not very good 21.10 →

27.8

the temptation to stay here and stagnate is overwhelming sometimes. every day i lose a little bit of my willingness to try. to try and make something of my life. drink my life away in the fox, moulding to the shape of an old leather chair. become somebody’s wife and drink half pints, learn how … Continue reading 27.8 →