Unable to sleep…

He took a knuckle of tobacco - naked but for a blanket cloak - in the moonlight of the kitchen, smoked a length of cigarette. He drank a cup of tea.   He drank a cup of tea - rolled another cigarette - on the pre dawn carpet shapes the birdsong calling from the shadow. … Continue reading Unable to sleep…

Barroom beams.

  "Bow low to the cello, French horn & bellows." Her songs barrel in the barroom beams.   Her Samba unravels. She learned in the mirror the poems of Brazilian queens.   The elegant prose, she hones all through winter, is wreathed in magic & music & dreams.         collage & acrylic … Continue reading Barroom beams.

The Satellites & The Major Planets.

Ffooks mums got one fucking bosom! This assertive oddity, surly odd ditty, this ode to an odd titty, with its grammatical shortcomings, is rendered in white chalk on the door of the third cubicle in the boys’ lavatory. It appeared among the bristling graffiti galaxy the first week of January and will serve as good … Continue reading The Satellites & The Major Planets.