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…

He lived too many floors from street level for his advanced years but Ambrose grew up in a time when one did not complain over loudly in case one’s right to complain be taken away. The ...

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...

A bomb at a Manchester pop concer… dominates the news for a fortnight world leaders express their revuls… celebrities organise a show of sol… Leaning on my gate

I bought a small bust of John Len… at a car boot sale now he sits on a shelf and gazes at me he wanted love and global peace

It isn’t in the way the moonlight… nor is it in the way your hair mov… it is not to be found if you set o… nor is it in your past waiting for some archaeologist of the mind

Charles Bukowski, Dylan Thomas,… poets with sturdy legs to walk the… way down yonder at the bottom of P… Pacing the street to put the beat… poets who bled ink

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...

The minister for murder stated tod… that the ministers feet were going… he’d done his best to keep his mou… but split foot karma had now taken… The sheep and the cows and the thi…

Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town as the young mothers gather round plastic containers on the ground listening to the drip, drip, drip

I made my way to the crossroads at the very edge of town around that magic demi hour when the sun goes down old newspaper headlines

An eight year old boy scrambles over the rubble of his neighbourho… where once he played streetball with his missing schoolmates. With Ibex like agility he leaps,

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...