divide the cities east to west gridlock the country until all that is left are some sad children behind grills and then some thin wired women, these grumpy old men, polishing their stories down to almost-nothings.
barely anecdotes.
Category: scratches in the sunlight
a sort of masterpiece.
in an oaked corner of wild field, unzipped, I spilled into a belfast sink at the foot of the fort on Old Rothbury hill, a less than generous piss without thinking - a skein of hinny spittle and skinny sheep disease, stagnant spring rain, latticed silver wings, windfall twigs and orange leaves and, beneath this scum … Continue reading a sort of masterpiece.
Her Anarchy Baffles (cassettes)
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)
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