He handed me a book saying, ever read Bukowski? Didn't like him then; less so, now. This was not the right answer. So, you think you write better? Better? Comparing breakfast to dinner.
Comparing breakfast to dinner.
Category: creative writing
How The Arrow Flew.
Beauty drew the archer’s eye; absolutely true. “To this woman,” bade the bowman. How the arrow flew! As a vesper, as a whisper; diaphanous, and blue as Venus rising in the window; under waxing moon. [diaphanous & blue: acrylic, detail. 2022]
Notes From a Fragile Island…27
July 4 2003 Carshalton. Green puddles of hard plastic are welded to the pavement. A number of wheelie bins have been torched outside the flats. One of them appears to have melted completely. A toxic stench permeates the scruffy forecourt, but the birds still sing and a crow hops up and down among scraps of … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…27
