Year: 2021
Her morning tea, a large pot of turmeric and aniseed, a slight diminution from the whiskey, important for digestion and tired liver inflammation. She thinks about the mirror…
I found you in the newspaper on page 33, but sometimes, your sweet innocence annoys me like hell. But then I understand, how your life has become what…
On a Sunday, in the early evening, and I can hear this couple screaming endlessly in raged abuse. And I’m looking at them through the hedgerow, through blossoms…
In the café on Rue Lepic, I sip on a little green fairy, a little Absinthe louche, a cloudy intoxicant storm, a dull release from the absolute, fennel…
My fingers touch dry strokes, from a brush, on a canvas from last year. So delicately you worked that piece. The landscape, brilliant greens and soft browns, ochre…
In a drunken state of deep despair, I think about Dr Kazinski and his practise in the East End. I think about his posters, torn and wrinkled, showing…
Turn up the dial, bump it up a notch, make it hot, that gorgeous blue gas. Let them dance erratically on a cushion of searing oil, those demon…
That summer morning: humid, bright, and busy. The girls rush around doing homework, digging out plimsolls, and searching for lunch boxes for raisins, cucumber, and tubs of yoghurt…
Trombone, Trumpet, Tenor Sax, and Flute. Tightly compressed sound, moving through mist, to ears all around. Some near, some far, and some by the Ferris wheel. Others sit…