Midnight Musings 1989
15/3/89 – 16/3/89 Midnight Late and alone again. The cigarette end crushed in the ashtray, the insect trapped in the…
Writer and Artist
15/3/89 – 16/3/89 Midnight Late and alone again. The cigarette end crushed in the ashtray, the insect trapped in the…
He sees the small one, eyes down, knees up, trying to understand why he’s just been stung by a wasp…
Something has to be written about these times; sorry that my skills are not as good as they should be.…
Here’s a painting from nearly 15 years ago – one of the first I did. It was painted on the…
Myself is in a shell Myself is in a shell, Being hung up And that. I shed my shell, From…
Apart from the odd shopping list or doodle, there was a time when the content most people created was limited…
To Me is the title of my next book. It’s been written specifically for myself and it is dedicated To…
I thought I’d written about this before but can’t find it anywhere. I know I did write a poem at…
The Artistic Imperative * Warning – this is a self-indulgent ramble * When I was young I was told I…
Another extract from some work-in-progress on my new book ‘This is It’ NOTE: After writing this I forgot about it…