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
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, Continue reading
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind Continue reading
i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes Continue reading
There’s a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?” Continue reading
Over the last 10 years motorcycles took on an increasing role in my life. Five years into this adventure, my Continue reading