Am I being noisy or too quiet, dear muse? Politeness, the choice of weapon we choose. We listened to ‘the season of the witch.' This is our secret and how I wish I adored your sleight of hand ways – but... the silent rewriting and riot of this early spring evening on Whitley Bay beach … Continue reading The Byrds fell in love with Bob.
we came at last to an adobe square sun-bleached and honeyed with busy voices. barking market traders hawked their wares - halite, tin and nugget-silver mined from those blue and hazy mountains, caged birds, of many colours, uttered (though we could not speak their language). spices sillaged the noon dry air and monkeys, leashed, and feral … Continue reading a balance act
06.03.21 Back at the old shop, before the world was digital. I'm stood in the doorway on the grey dial telephone that used to be there fixed to the wall. It's summertime and the shopping centre bristles and is bathed in sunlight. The shop is busy, too. Bran Van 3000's 'Drinking In L.A.' plays. GNX … Continue reading dream diaries…101
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