September 15th 2019 P. Brady is working in Tynemouth on a building site. It is a pleasant surprise to see him in a local bar one night. He hasn't changed in nearly 25 years. As the last bell sounds I ask him what he's doing in the morning - I'm playing a gig on the … Continue reading dream diaries… 71.
They’ve bottled the old man Grinner. Caresses ya throat as it passes, it do. Good as gold it is, too. Takes ya right back, that’s what a good drink do. Takes ya right back to the old days. Helps ya remember. Helps ya forget. Or somethink. They've made a commemorative cider of his home-brew scrumpy. … Continue reading Old Man Grinner
sometimes you meet yourself from the future sometimes you meet yourself from the past sometimes you will be the teacher sometimes the top of the class sometimes you glimpse yourself in the mirror - say hello to those you pass on the path ∞
09/09/19 A fan of numerology? I suppose, post-event, I am. Although the science just doesn't add up, I'm always happy to find frisson and thrill in the noticing of numbers when and if they appear to credit such a sensation - which, I admit, is often. (The same goes for words/the appearance of people, et … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
I see her in a shaded space on the far side of the street, vixen, stood against her trestle, beneath a tarpaulin that shivers. It is draped and slung with floating dresses, throws and scarves; tie-dye collage against a background of movement, of brickwork, of shapes and faces. She is weightless, appears so, almost painted, wears … Continue reading Her Picasso Gift.
