Yesterday, a photograph - acorns, on a table, jarred - appeared before me. Curiously, the reverse revealed a label, written; sinistral, spectral; snared within open quote marks, reckoning October, nineteen ninety-five. . Inclining from the past to present, the ink, faded and reminiscent of early morning light as this November beckons, reminding me that memory … Continue reading November Beckons
First time back out in a while at the cool 3 Tanners Bank in North Shields where I Was made most welcome by the crew and crowd. I Wonder where three years went... Many thanks to Experiments In Fiction for capturing the evening in words and film. Thank you. https://www.youtube.com/embed/A0-5hFBHMq8?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparent Marking their post-pandemic return to … Continue reading Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction
Beneath an all night blanket blues, barefoot in the attic rooms, side one of Beggars Banquet blooms and, in the static hum, . summoning my Nicky Hopkins (juju, voodoo, déjà vu): my sole, rising, falling. The carpet drums. I woo the other Rolling Stones. . But someone seems to be missing. By the kettle in … Continue reading The Other Rolling Stones.
The night before our wedding vows were exchanged, we changed the bedding. Cotton from Cairo to Carlisle, you said. And, amid these mills and pyramids unfolded, tucked and spread, we slept. o Dreamed freedoms formed from enslavements; cold words are never sentenced here. We have no need for apple crops, tobacco shops, or any other … Continue reading From Cairo To Carlisle.
i the pepsi sippers smear beneath the big dipper blackpool between my ears ii pleasure beach, love is here beneath the big dipper. i heart oompah-pah bears. iii carousel riders rear beneath the dig dipper pennants of palms and hair iv Lichtenstein clings to her beneath the big dipper she wows this day tripper v … Continue reading beneath the big dipper
Z A beak of sleep, painted crudely on a tank, becomes tainted, reflected, a skewed boot, forever glancing off a surface; destructive and distasteful as O’Brien suggested. V Peace, askance, becomes a spade; a blade to dig a grave with; a tricky proposition in any city street. The school of matter over mind: predictive. Letters … Continue reading Face/Value