Photograph by Natalie Shau ‘We are our choices’ – Jean-Paul Sartre Hellish hard to determine what, if any, section of a new book one should impart in an attempt to expose it’s blanket disposition when I am naught but a fanciful old fool and my co-author is currently glued to her weeding and seeding only … More AN AUDIENCE WITH THE EMPRESS
‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’ by Shirley Blamey & Mike Steeden “Clouds above, what is this bloke on? He only introduced a new book a week or so ago…now another? Is the man off his head?” Probably I am, however in my defence this one is more than a tad different from its forebearer. Firstly, a … More ‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’
‘…When I am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me To kneel grotesque and bare…’ Leonard Cohen from the song ‘Avalanche’ “Taken aback by the exclusive wilderness that eclipsed my ‘Paradise Wasted’ I footslogged best I could, ever onward knowing this neck of the woods was not … More EVE’S CONFESSION UNDER CAUTION
To the best of her knowledge Maurelle was French. At least in this dreary realm that was her chosen persona. The bilingual from birth or those unveiled for the sake of reasoning are more often than not puzzled, unsure of their pedigree. Besides, French after all is the language of love and that of those … More MAURELLE
After an unseemly war, indeed any conflict worth its salt, holding hands with the foe in a see-through wrought iron creaky elevator makes for the perfect imaginative indignity. More so when the mechanism is empty of surplus pounding hearts, black widow spiders on heat and coy venomous snakes. Yet when bereft of such additional intrusive … More RADIANT FREAKS
The town square, a pernickety, delicate blend of Renaissance and Art Deco construction yet at its centre an ill at ease belfry atop a Romanesque steeple within which a bell chamber housed nought but hibernating bats, muddled moths and the occasional drifter with no fear … More UNDER A BLACK BERET
(Photograph by Jerry Uelsmann) The Event below the surface filthy in every which way rendezvous at ground level the hangover cure cafes not so hidden, hidden brothel retreats divinely cut-loose ever so purple showgirls all-inclusive sexual indulgence the wizardry of New Orleans jazz migrated potent blinding nectarous spirits voluptuous fly-by-nights a stained mattress for spare … More TANGIBLE ILLUSIONS
