#SolsticeSummer
When I was a homeless teenager on… in the early seventies, I consuned… pharmaceuticals, smack, barbs, spe… ....one time I even injected whisk… just to see how it would feel....
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 garden’s overgrown now The poppies gone to seed The flowerbeds run over And all is choked by weeds No-ones done the pruning
Eck Ramsay, a retired under-wire manufacturer, bought a boil in the bag cod slice at his local Spar shop. Upon removal of its cardboard outer garments he was surprised to find it contai...
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…
Summer is duller sitting by the se… The sky’s much greyer than it used… The buses don’t run like they used… The meat looks redder than it shou… And I can’t get stoned like I wan…
The approaching metallic clump clump clump of tackety boots on th… the elongated slamming of bolts, the mouse like squeak of spy-holes swinging back on their ungreased V…
It is only by thinking things out as one lives them, and living things out as one thinks them that a man or society can be said to think or live at all
I am the Raven a boundary crosser at the gates of… at the gates of life I am the outsider artist the educated fool
Mirror mirror on the wall Wall Street tremble Wall Street… Projected illusions, pyramid banks In dollar we trust, “no thanks” Global apartheid, Untied states
“A hawthorn tree stands alone in a… the furrows embrace her in her iso… She sees the world in 360 degrees.… above.......... below
an angel came to guide me but I wa… an angel came to hold my hand but… an angel came to hold me and I was… I was here........all alone my head was my home
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
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…
As I dip my weapon into the black… of the inkwell and draw up a chamb… of inky darkness and my memory spi… back through time... I am sitting in an underground cottage