Monthly Archives: August 2015

Occasion

We stopped at Petts Wood for a group of Chinese twenties, which was odd for the time and the place….

Not a Good One

Look guys, just give me a wedge to pin my body tight, a rail to grab and stop the body-sway,…

My Father

is dying quietly in lines I drew, space we flew, paced in mind, rendered sane. I never thought the action…

Greek Street

It never oozed like Dean Street, where the blooded wet the steps of the Soho Theatre and splay across railings…