MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

The Little Martian spills coffee down his favourite pair of baggy Irish jeans, soaks his tattered Birkenstocks with a too-sweet...

“If you shit where you eat, you eat shit.” Mutters the Little Martian with a rumbly glower. “Haan?” “This shit never works out! Love-...

The Little Martian feels a little disillusioned. A little disconnected. And a little cold in his little Bermuda shorts.Goose pimples rise...

The Little Martian knocks back an espresso, takes a deep drag from his candy fag, and waggles his hands around. “You're a public hazard,...

The Little Martian gives out a little hrphmp of frustration and scratches his head as he eyes his cracked Samsung. “You should really buy...

Praha, 2008 The Little Martian stumbles out onto a rainy cobblestoned path in Prague at midnight. The wind whistles and whooshes, zipping...

The Little Martian tears out tiny tufts of hair from his red hot scalp. “I don't know what the duck I am supposed to next!” He exclaims,...

The Little Martian screeches like a baby banshee, his voice reverberates through the valley and all the tittering bulbuls in the bushes,...

“But we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever “ A dog on the internet tells me . An orange ball blazes vibrant! Voracious and ready...

You make your last Monday Coffee and listen to Ed Sheeran croon, soft , melodic and emo. You are melodramatically posed in purple. “Why...

The little Martian sobs fitfully now. Unabashed and all consuming. “Can I please go home? Please. Please can I go home now?" he sobs...

The little Martian sits now, a little lost. We both need another cup of burnt coffee just to feel real in this dead, odd place. It...

The little martian looks over at you . He waggles his toes, jiggles the jangling beads on his wrist and lets out a puffy huff “Could that...

Ive been trying to do it right Been living a lonely life The Little Martian croons; soft, melodic and melodramatic to himself, while his...

The little Martian meets pencil on the paper for the first time with an odd, anxious delight. The delicate curling of charcoal upon an...

LV. Finals The Little Martian interrupts my officious typing by peeping his head through the cafe window and grinning at me I am startled...

The Little Martian takes a seat by the window, looks out at the pretty auburn tree shedding its leaves in the early Monday morning breeze...

“I don’t think I've ever felt quite so conscious of my colour before,” I tell the little Martian. From my bright pink nail polish to my...

The little Martian slides into the chair next to me, “it's back. “ I look up at him with a start “What is? “ “the anxiety.” "Huh?” “I can...

"Don’t go. “ I tell the little Martian as he wraps up his biscuit cake wrapper and drains his last sip of coffee. “ha? “ "Don’t go yet,...