oh entigen deliver me the road

crawling on recently covered asphalt, the gravel sticks to your elbows and cheeks. couple of specks of glass too thick to cut. tempered windows atomised.

feelings with no name

reflecting on Paper-Girl-Chain by Bagenzo + Fotocopiadora, and a time in life it reminded me of. pasting together collage bits of ancient masterpieces into landscapes of incomprehensible scale, scanned into a computer and expanded on a background of template colours. walk around this space made from bedroom obsession and a young kid’s collection of artbooks from […]

boneache county and the things we do there

boneache county your contour is on my brain. i know you like i know xirei, like i knew the feeling of being watched by your guards, like i know how to pull off the quickest run of reality drive 707deviljoin.

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 […]