Old Man Grinner

They’ve bottled the old man Grinner. Caresses ya throat as it passes, it do. Good as gold it is, too. Takes ya right back, that’s what a good drink do. Takes ya right back to the old days. Helps ya remember. Helps ya forget. Or somethink. They've made a commemorative cider of his home-brew scrumpy. … Continue reading Old Man Grinner

Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

09/09/19 A fan of numerology? I suppose, post-event, I am. Although the science just doesn't add up, I'm always happy to find frisson and thrill in the noticing of numbers when and if they appear to credit such a sensation - which, I admit, is often. (The same goes for words/the appearance of people, et … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

Her Picasso Gift.

I see her in a shaded space on the far side of the street, vixen, stood against her trestle, beneath a tarpaulin that shivers. It is draped and slung with floating dresses, throws and scarves; tie-dye collage against a background of movement, of brickwork, of shapes and faces. She is weightless, appears so, almost painted, wears … Continue reading Her Picasso Gift.