missing video 3

lost pictures of the words you said light that ringed lips as they repeated over and over something like early warning system and the dirty dog face dead noise inside the gearbox each shifting pitch variations on it dirty warning system repeat the second of footage where your lips make those shapes dirty warning death […]

poem. name forgetter sitting idle thinks.

sunburnt forearms from a week ago i think i can’t remember when, or what your name is if i look back through some lens of true vision I’m sure I’ll see you whoever you are. can you not remember me and my name too, nor my face when sitting near me. have you forgotten everything […]

poem: angel/freak/bloodbather

freak your heart betrays you angelfish is walking the sour grapes inside the mouth are popping and soiling thousands of years of granite carving make a funny face call yourself electric esteemed arrested by the erotic power of the motion birthed wrapped up in egg white curled on the pupil of an eye like a […]

Sitting in the Gardens of Vextro

poetry written while playing Gardens of Vextro, a chain of 8 games from vextro

We regret to inform you…

Sorry I couldn’t care less about whether theygave DOOM Guy tits. I was cryingon the doorframe because my granddad had to lend me 20 quid.

Screaming. Response to: A Woman on the Internet

A poetic response to Jamie Jancović’s A Woman on the Internet (or, The Eternal Scream), hosted on The White Pube for Jancovic’s residency in June 2021.

review poem: a slow walk on The Longest Road on Earth (demo)

I spend a lot of time walking around earphones on in the grey light of the Scottish day, half the time listening to music that affects me more than any game ever really has, the swelling in the back, auditory processing override music. The Longest Road on Earth drawn. us into noir urban mileui. switching […]

oh fisherfarm diabolous. poem.

miles over the root beam
were the sandcreepers
and the road bird,
verdigreen,
squashed under tire racks

through the eye. poem

aiming. Serotonin burger for the gills, push meat in between the sills. Planet made of light, I tell you, thinking of the thin king who rules my 15 hearts.

chew kin. poem

Silk wrapped around a handle, in the wild mint sprigs of a satellite’s eye cracking sound. little itty bitty spark makes the sweet sweat smell. freshly bound. and out thirteen weeks now. have you calcified a new disc yet? disc. digital ingestion of stored cubits. like licking the shiny bits.