and the arrow arched the blue and fell, their voices dimmed and faded. The wave rose silent in the bay. The needle and the vinyl braided. And supine upon the shore, the boy became very calm - a signature, a sign forever. Uneasy invitees, fingering his brow, his seams misread the message in the braille. But … Continue reading The music
Perhaps I'm more intrigued with the ghost of John Simon Ritchie - useless musician, drug addict, spiteful bully, sneering poster boy - than I imagine? He returns to haunt me only ever once a year; I hear his rattling padlocked chain and the drag of those stolen engineer boots before I see him. Oh, but I … Continue reading Tea Stained.
21/01/20 Miki from Lush, the band not the brand. But just what about her I could not say. 23/01/20 An oily and grease stained garage workshop, complete with a pit, an ersatz office space stinking of ashtray, petrol spill, an old and sad alsatian and a general air of 1986 body odour - … Continue reading dream diaries…79