It hasn't all been about counting magpies or indeed any corvid (sic) tally these last few months here at Reeves Mansions. Like everyone else I've had to learn to live with myself; look beneath the bed and find all the things I hid under there; one of which was my Tascam 4 track cassette recorder. … Continue reading Her Anarchy Baffles (cassettes)
[I'm reposting this from a couple of years back as it's Bob Dylan's birthday today - keep on keeping on. Peace x] Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He was taping the fourth corner of a large poster of Bob … Continue reading The Bristol Arm.
Hey, I am very happy this morning to have one of my pieces published on the rather excellent Experiments In Fiction site. Please give it - and the highly talented Ingrid at EIF - a nosey... you'll find some of her great fiction work, quarantine diaries, guest posts and meditative poetry. Head on over … Continue reading Guest post on Experiments In Fiction…
Saturday sunshine - honey on a slice of white - spreads the length of South Street. Its smear blesses nearly every pale thing. The windows in the terraces cannot help but grin. Front doors yawn on their hinges. The traffic rolls up and down in slow motion, the engine sweat beneath the bonnet; a cyclist … Continue reading ‘Brocken! – serious offers only!’
i imagine her, right here, in this room and i will dance beneath her moon: she's so intriguing. i wish that she would bend my ear. send some clue, some word, some whisper: something psychic. if this appears to be something that you don't wish to see, then i could disappear. but i … Continue reading UFOs I See.
on monday i saw a shell on a beach - a beautiful shell on a delicate beach. except it wasn't a shell and it wasn't a beach. it was beautiful though, and delicate. i thought about that shell on tuesday.
