Licking at the plaster in a dance so heavy before bursting through the eyes. And I was. I danced with the rage of volcanoes as I consumed All I am Heathcliffe. I am Cathy.
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The Sunday Service
A round up of my weeks commentary without any new stuff. It’s my day off 🙂 January 11th – I Was Tired January 12th – On dreaming, mindfulness and the damage done by lockdowns. January 13th […]
One Night
I said No. She read maybe. Her love was slow to grow on me. But grow it did despite her odour, her fetid breath her squirming ardour. She never washed her stinking skin, that on me […]
Masterchef
I can hear the ducks. They’re outside my van, quacking, and I am thinking on the twats that want to roast them. But my mind is lost, I think lost in those years of flamboyant chefing when all was flame […]
Protest Songs
Is it my age? Am I ‘out of touch?’ Do I no longer have my finger on the pulse of a vibrant and anti establishment societal undercurrent, a sub-culture of analysis and proposed insurrection. Was […]
Bricks
It’s the house, you see, it holds me. It was ours. Not now. Not now. We made it with love, once enough. But now all alone, walled in, I’m failing. It was our house you […]
Dream 1
Saddam was on the ground, on his knees, being hit by an old woman wrapped up in cloth, like a new born, hiding from the world. I shouted at her but she didn’t halt […]
I’m Going Home
After a week in Kent I’ll be glad to be heading back to Cardiff, crossing the border and into the prinipality, and so from one county, one country of madness, to another. In point of […]
Being Her
She said that when looking at her I was searching, searching for myself. Using her face as a mirror, wanting her to be me. And she searched my skin, bloodshot eyes, wrinkles, spot. Did she […]
Castles In The Sand
I asked the ‘big guns’ of the UK’s commentators against the governments current approach to Covid 19, so, lockdown sceptics if you like, to lay down thier egos and to come together in a collective […]