Category Archives: Poetry

Tings An Times

Brixton Road stretches on forever, the jumble of new structures and sturdy Regency buildings scattered along it in much the way I remember from days so long ago they sometimes seem like another person’s memories. It’s definitely busy, just as … Continue reading

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Said Alice

And down and down the shithole rabbit hole, oh my ears and bitched-up whiskers, falling like a forest when there’s only trees to see. Depress the button marked ‘depress me’, miserly misery, a sea of foam and filth all rushing … Continue reading

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The Weariness, The Fever And The Fret

The upside of powerful painkillers is pretty obvious – they’re quite well suited to killing pain powerfully for a while which can be a blessing when every day has pain and pain and pain. The downside of powerful painkillers can … Continue reading

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A Hunger Artist

Carry on coughing. All the way the the coffin. Alternate that with sleep which ends whenever sweating becomes too uncomfortable or the dreams of Doctor Who stuff (which I love) are interrupted by anxiety shit about losing my car or … Continue reading

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Dreaming California

Jet lag and the emotions of leaving G behind to return to my cold home country mean it might be an unwise notion to try to blog about how I feel in this precise moment. Instead here is a piece … Continue reading

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Lovely As A Landscape In A Dream

Monday. This is Monday. This is not a drill, it really is Monday (and anyway a drill is a powertool and a Monday is a day of the week so they’re not even the same sort of thing). This is … Continue reading

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The Imperious Mystery Of The Way

It’s my last night in my own bed before I head off to that airport vicinity to stay in a hotel tomorrow night. Then Tuesday I think I’ll climb aboard a flying machine and get me to Californ. I. A. … Continue reading

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