DRIFTWOOD GIRL immense the seagnarly the surgeonyx the cloakthe language of Teutonsshrieks subjugationhowls revengeStorm Force 10shows no remorsetakes no prisoners Driftwood Girlshe does nothave a careshe travels on the tidethe harbour wallher occasional gîtethe beachher catwalk to this dayshe sings songsof destinylove and loss,seaweed, faith adrift,the sudden diveof the cormorantseeking breakfast, andthe message in the … More DRIFTWOOD GIRL
The young Master Doowhat Useless-Hopeless Who’d have thought it! Me aka Mr Doowhat Useless-Hopeless put this little video collection of mainly very old photographs from my new book, ‘An Only Child & His Mum’s Amazing Germ Phobia’ along with a backing instrumental by the title ‘A Life’, courtesy of my son…who is featured as a … More MR DOOWHAT USELESS-HOPELESS
A GONDOLIER, A STARLIT NIGHT Conjure me a social leperConjure me an ice cold beerConjure me a starlit nightAnd perhaps a romantic gondolier Venice, it was VeniceWhere my sanity was lostFell in love with an actressWith a heart as cold as frost Blanche the name she went bySo sweet when I had moneySo cruel when … More A GONDOLIER; A STARLIT NIGHT
Two-dimensional visions of a man…a man I knew well…as a cartoon bear; of the crucifixion, with the Christ in female form, eerie and bloodless, her Mother forsaken of her; to behold a forest, a very real forest, yet to see it as if drawn by a child using wax crayons; to touch the bark of … More A JUNTA OF STARLINGS
“By sneeze or by God’s grievanceby Adam’s putrid aleor by those recalcitrant whoresI am ruined Can you thenmix me an ointmentfashion me a potionfind me a curecan you?If not then go forthand multiplythe pox is still with mewhat use the charlatan quack? Child, bring me ‘water bright’I thirstBring me ‘water bright’ nowthis instantso I can … More THE RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD DYING KING
YESTERDAY’S JOKER – as was, as is Cheek by jowlthe restless pigeonswatch and waitwait and watch‘No croissant crumbs today guys’He breakfasts only onsteaming expresso and nicotine He contemplates this and thatavoiding the issue at handalways dodging ‘that’ topicputs it on the back burnerfor now he takes the ’round the houses walk’homeward bound She does not … More YESTERDAY’S JOKER
In a particle of time before infinity went viral: Imagine if you can, a yesterday, a today, a tomorrow, all unable to boast of unambiguous powers of retention or, perhaps, frivolous sex lacking a diarised recall, maybe a backpacker’s wet dream short of heavenly remembrance, then again, perhaps conceivably priceless drugs devoid of hallucination’s recollections … More THE GENESIS OF CONSCIOUSNESS – LADY FREYA HELLA’S ACCOUNT
A Time-Travelling Tale that ends well Christmas Day, 2842CE. A universe aeons away goes ‘phut’: In no more than a picosecond, complete darkness. The only sound, that of a whispering zephyr. In its wake, a pseudo macrocosm’s ever-decreasing guttural burps fading away into a soundless zilch. Left behind, ruination’s nothingness. The crumpled scum perished. Once … More THE BUTTERFLY’S EMBRACE
Above: SHIRL’S CAFÉ & TABAC I’ll not be blogging for a couple of weeks or so. You see, having been forced by irksome airborne germs to cancel our usual lengthy summer sojourn across La Manche to a better place, crazy woman Shirl concluded we needed a break, a holiday of sorts. Spending good money on … More AN INSIDE OUT ESCAPE FROM LOCKDOWN
When I last closed my drowsy eyes it was to the accompaniment of an apt, from my biased point of view, cryptic song. The song was new to me, yet notwithstanding my poor state of being, I fell in love with it at once. Its title? ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ sung originally, I was … More THE REBIRTH OF THE BLUE-EYED CAT
