We become aware as we get older of the many holes An absence of truth in most dealings Buy, sell, steal borrow and burrow under the radar Nobody will notice or care who we once were A one-bar gas fire … Continue reading →

I could not have anticipated the soft clink, butterscotch chime of boats, moored in the harbour, set against a steel sky. They called my name like pirates wanting to seduce, rob me of the gold I do not have nor … Continue reading →

Going to take your narrative and tear it down the middle, for it isn’t my story, I did not write or star in it, pay to view. It is only a prequel to the real. My substance is the epilogue.