You’re not interested in me. You’re certainly not interested in ‘us’. There is no fucking ‘us’ anymore. You’ve always got something better, more pressing, to do. So, while you huff and puff and hog the bed, blowing bubbles and twitching like an addict coming off a nod, I sit alone downstairs. I’ve been ‘alone’ with […]
This is for you, Kindra. Thank you, for you. The pain that’s been eating me up these last days, was dissipated by our deeper conversation, just enough for me to function once more. I’m relieved you’re okay, thankful for your husband’s driving. Seemed fated we should speak in the wee small hours of a Michigan/Newcastle […]
One of his favourite writers once opined: ‘A movie in the middle of the day is like playing hooky on your life.’ It always felt that way; nestled in warm comforting darkness and the blanketing feel of another writer’s vision made flesh. Plunged into a dirge. A dark dirty rain washed mood swing that enveloped […]
Run within us, run with spite Set your eyes upon it… With you aggrieved, I see through your eyes, I need I will not be the fallen From this Moses basket I should have felt something I should have done something, after I fall – Will you be there? Run within us, run with sight […]
No one ‘gets’ me, like you did, or still do. You may be happy now, in love, settled. But I’ll wager your passion for the craft of being a wordsmith isn’t truly madly deeply understood or reveled in, that way I did, and still do. Life is a blanket, a great dirty stained tapestry. You […]
I stagger through another day Terrified what’s left of my life Will not deign to go my way My aversion to authority Has brought me naught but misery My worst nightmare now to never know If my words have power to reach you soul With what has bled from my heart Down through my veins and […]
I love you, but go away. Give me something to miss. I can’t stand you standing around– you’re only taking the piss. So, one wonders…. who is taking the piss (in my Mother Tongue)? via You’re too fucking loud. — poems and paragraphs
One remembrance inevitably leads to another thought..
A conversation with an old flame yesterday perked me up considerably. This Lady always makes me smile and I needed some of that. I think she, perhaps, needed it too. I’ve been seriously under the weather lately, and with a lot on my plate. Illness means you often times get your rest, however. As a result […]
I despise money. I hate the fact that my entire existence, in the modern world, is predicated upon the acquisition of pounds sterling, in order to survive. I’ve always been shit with money. Having no ‘respect’ for it hasn’t helped, I guess. I don’t know about you, but a lack of funds is irritating at best, […]
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