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
I am story teller I will tell you things that are ultimately true I will tell you things that will bring you to tears
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...
There’s nowt round here but wasted… two or more pushchairs constitutes… “no-one smiles”, the badge of indi… the most used queue is the one for… TOKENS
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…
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
My name is john I am the son of a slave My father was taken into slavery At the age of fourteen Where he was forced to work in a q…
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…
“I met a man called Norman Manly, who’d spent 38 years of his life installing, repairing and cleaning church organs. He’d have continued in this way had it not been for the rather stran...
Billy Childish is not some mediochur cunt penning painting lessons for the disenchanted he’s a workman
My name is terrible unto the heath… I am my Mothers son My name is earthquake, fire and th… I bring the love of ONE My name is global warming, plague…
Like a hoof-pick digging deep into the V shaped groove of the horses hoof the poets pen must be gripped forcibly yet tenderly
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…
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
due to Nestle’s evil practices ( this work is livicated to the si… in the so-called “third-world in t… Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town
