sometimes you meet yourself from the future sometimes you meet yourself from the past sometimes you will be the teacher sometimes the top of the class sometimes you glimpse yourself in the mirror - say hello to those you pass on the path ∞
seaside towns, love break downs. location and relocation. sunset, star rise. moonshine. landscape, passage, sound. all the elements are sessioned. see. hear. feel. time. * "We're playing tonight at the Klub Foot." "Uh-huh. What sort of thing d'you do?" He considers this in the mirror. The scissors flashing. "Mm, Oh, XY. Zed. Ampersand? Shoe gaze, … Continue reading post shore gaze.
"Aye, coffin nails," she says regarding the spread of used cigarettes collected on the table before her. Her dreadlocks are corralled on top of her small head with a knotted tie-dye rag. She wears a lot of tie-dye. She laughs and the tips of hair prance on her shoulders like waxen ponies. She drums her … Continue reading Blanket For A Bairn.
The hospital wards held a distinctive smell. Disinfectant and desperation and decay. In the tea room it was less so. In the tea room it smelled of biscuits. It smelled of apple pie and cheap custard. He was sat in the tea room. Everywhere he looked, people looked ill. Or, sick with worry. A sort … Continue reading Fast & Slow Educations.
Some years later. He pulls the peacoat collar up over his ears and, head down, takes heel to the bottom of the street. Folk still whisper as he passes, but less so these days. They grow old, they float away, they die. He lives with the memories of that night; the sky more white star … Continue reading The Lookout.
There was an imaginable enough group gathered that evening - certainly Wax Noyle was there. Steve Arse (Ears to his face. Arse behind his back), Punk Wayne, Magic Sam and Little Annie. They were seated at a trio of tables in the front window of The Eight Kings. This would have been sometime prior to … Continue reading Sweat Lodge Construction.