“A hawthorn tree stands alone in a… the furrows embrace her in her iso… She sees the world in 360 degrees.… above.......... below

Give me lungs of the wind and the… Give me blood of the torrent and… Give me five stupid question witho… Give me gifts of compassion and f… I’ll give the breath from these lu…

Your father who art in heaven told… that only a few of YOU .....are g… Your father who art in heaven told… that there 'aint much time......if… Your father who art in heaven told…

the night is full of pale blue, glowing mushrooms. An undulating carpet of bioluminescence, a Persian rug of tiny votive parasols, communing with the infinite other. Both between and ov...

Here I sit on top of my years Lookin’ down on the street Dreams queue bumper to bumper Hipsters pound the pavement With purpose in their stride

Like a hoof-pick digging deep into the V shaped groove of the horses hoof the poets pen must be gripped forcibly yet tenderly

Her timing was her function.... S… flowing ever.....onwards ...upward… late at night... soul sister... ra… that binds you ...and blinds you..… on the conveyor belt... chastity b…

She walked down the street carrying her misgivings in a croch… in silk culottes she strode with the determination of the delu… her heels tapping out morse messag…

Down Bilsdean Creek where fresh a… the bladderwrack rehydrating incom… tiny trout upstream to the overha… sanctuary of dappled dancing sunli… back and forth under the ever watc…

In 1969 when I was 15 or so I cashed my scipt in every day at Boots 24hr pharmacy in Piccadilly Circus for the then legal Diamorphine Sulphate... saw Burroughs in the 3am queue once and...

While I struggled to understand how I could possibly be flying, I lost the ability to fly. Just before I came crashing to earth I resigned myself that this was it....i was going to die....

As I stand here today...... Bone of my bones, blood of my bloo… Man, son of woman, long before flo… Long before Bible, Torah, Koran Long before war, long before man

One of my earliest memories as a toddler was a summer afternoon in the 1950’s....my mother sat me on her brother’s motorbike so she could take my picture to add to her collection of smi...

Mirror mirror on the wall Wall Street tremble Wall Street… Projected illusions, pyramid banks In dollar we trust, “no thanks” Global apartheid, Untied states

I am a young man stealing time and sunlight from the gods I am an old man refusing to pray or pay for more life I am a caged animal trying