Tea and Toast with Honey (in A♭)

Tail-end of October, scat rain on skylight glass, the loosest jazz all afternoon. Too soon the window darkens. Perhaps, in Friedrichshain (between the wars), I wonder, or Whitley Bay, for one more season, a matinée plays for someone taking tea and toast with honey. The street lights come on one by one, a standing ovation, … Continue reading Tea and Toast with Honey (in A♭)

Baruther Strasse Cemetery.

Behind his shades, beneath the sliding cloud, he turned onto Baruther Strasse. He walked through the cemetery with its spray paint brickwork and its green wreathed stones and its cold clean stones and testaments. He walked, revenant, among the dead, over the rising shadows of the pigeons and the yew tree, remembering - suddenly and all … Continue reading Baruther Strasse Cemetery.

Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

October 29th 2019. Noon. Schöneberg. Sat at the bar in the Café Nostalgie at Crellestrasse 22 with the locals at noon, drinking Berliner Kindls, Monika's little hound, Shirley, listens to the scraps of German, scraps of English being passed between us. A Jimi Hendrix bootleg plays over the old system. After sometime I ask for directions … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.