The boat is sailing towards the origin of everything: the world’s birth in an eddying whirlpool. The horizon seems cast in ink, drawing a hard line where one would expect…
‘I remember that moment in Fitzroy Square after I had finished topping him and said to him, Fuck me now. The weather oscillated between wet and warm, windy…
Here? Is he being serious? Follows his dick into the restrooms, me into the restrooms. I could push off against the sink, bump him firmly in the crotch with…
https://extraextramagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/ExtraExtra_OurHouse_v1.mp3 ‘Should we catch them?’ He doesn’t wait for me to respond and starts running after the startled pigeons, while I linger on the doorstep of the apartment.
I dreamt I was dead the other day. I could smell the damp, sweet scent of the earth through my coffin. As I lay there, ready to spend the…