Max QuinnThe GloopLife spills to the beat from a loose hand Spin, shuffle dances on sticky night club floors Picked up by old Reeboks and Air Max soles It…2 min read·Mar 23, 2019----
Max QuinnBetting SlipsNothing seems to change but the type of distraction Suits glued to phones miss fiends cutting fractions ‘Miss please’, says the beggar but…2 min read·Dec 30, 2016----
Max Quinn1:17amA boozy shriek punctuates A roads Pockets lose change Crowds lose order Minds lose everything A city tries to find itself1 min read·Dec 18, 2016----
Max QuinnWhere shadows go to dieI’ve long stopped pretending to be a morning person. Tired of snoozing alarms five, six, seven times. Tired of being tired. Instead, I wake…5 min read·Sep 12, 2016----
Max QuinnLostThe venom in her spittle betrayed false apathy, a chisel tongue whipping the air.1 min read·Jul 20, 2016----
Max QuinnWatford JunctionI smiled above the train tracks rumbling thunders.1 min read·Apr 16, 2016----
Max QuinnThe Mad OnesHe’s depressed. She’s mad. His mood swings this way. Her mood swings that.1 min read·Mar 27, 2016----
Max QuinnShadowIn my dream, death follows me everywhere I go She looks out from every anxious pause, every hue and note1 min read·Mar 25, 2016----
Max QuinnSepia SunsetsHe drew greys across a golden sunset to keep her eyes on him Pulled clouds over blue skies to dull their flames.1 min read·Mar 23, 2016----