A woman empties a bucket of piss, sloshes through the cobbles as my driver curses. Cretin! The horses pulling the cart don’t care, they soldier on; we all do, really. A withered man with a wicker basket sells his wears for scraps of tin, fabric, anything. I blow my nose on a handkerchief, see streaks … Continue reading The Future Isn’t What it Was (Poem)
We kissed over a bubble-gum sundae. Her creamy tongue was a helter-skelter in my mouth, electric blue, a slide down to my stomach where it fizzed and bubbled. We kissed hungrily. Hungrily over a bubble-gum sundae, in an ice cream shop. She kissed my fabric and my fibres and then, once satiated, she dislocated her … Continue reading Bubble Gum (Short Story)
Usually after a trip abroad I post a diary style write up, however Lisbon is a city I've visited before and we didn't do t h a t much differently, so for a what-to-do style post check out my old one here. For this post I'm going to run through a few good spots to … Continue reading The Top Alternative Instagram Spots in Lisbon
