Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading →

Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, Continue reading →

Remind me later how much this hurts now

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind Continue reading →

Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day

i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes Continue reading →

Neurological testing on the brain-bucket

There’s  a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?”   Continue reading →

Motorcycle as mirror

Over the last 10 years motorcycles took on an increasing role in my life.  Five years into this adventure, my Continue reading →