December 24th 2004 (Croydon) After work I go back to the house, shower and change. Off to Purley to meet up with PS, Tom K, Kelly H, Punk Wayne, Hannarama, Ronnie Kay, Fashion A, Mark and Nick B at The Foxley Hatch. They have been there for some hours already. I decide to walk in … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island.
Notes from a Fragile Island.
18th December 2004 (Croydon) Pre-gig hot loving. Will fucking on the stairs become blasé in 2005? The venue is rammed, which only adds to my nerves as all lyrics and chords start to slip away. Try to hide in the far corner. Chat inanely to Joel J and John F, both of whom meet PS … Continue reading Notes from a Fragile Island.
just whistle.
in this narrow kitchen i dream a wild life with you. out there, he breathes. he loves you. i taste you and i believe, every evening, in everything. i don't know how we got here. but if this is where you find me, this narrow kitchen, with my heart on my sleeve. just whistle. .
EIF Poetry Challenge #12: The Poetry of Childhood — Experiments in Fiction
‘Twas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the houseNot a creature was stirringNot even a mouse…’ These are the opening lines of ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas‘ written by Clement C. Moore in 1823: a true children’s classic Christmas story told in verse. Childhood is (or certainly should be) a magical time. And Christmas (for…EIF Poetry … Continue reading EIF Poetry Challenge #12: The Poetry of Childhood — Experiments in Fiction
Notes from a Fragile Island.
December 15 2004 (Crystal Palace) PS and I cross the park toward the train station. The steps are wet and I see now that her huge German army boots make her walk like a toddler - stiff legged - A nazi toddler! This notion keeps us amused all the way to Croydon. I go to … Continue reading Notes from a Fragile Island.
Tiny Spines.
Constructed mainly from beach twigs, guano and grey weed, a clutch of eke nests clung in the eaves and the guttering and the once-upon-a-time Prussian Blue splintered window frame of the attic. The weed scratched at the glass when the sanded wind blew in off the bay which, between October and May, was always. The … Continue reading Tiny Spines.