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…
Tag: Zen
He’s so alone
He sees the small one, eyes down, knees up, trying to understand why he’s just been stung by a wasp…
No one reads poetry
No one reads poetry, except poets, English Literature undergraduates, and some academics. (though these are mostly the same people) No…
Tools of the Trade
Some work in progress.
No style, no substance
What do I mean? I mean this is a short story with no style and no substance. Why? Why not?…
The BEBS Award for Best Ever Book
Well, I did it, I won the Best Ever Book Award. The BEBS is a very prestigious award made just…
A Video Experiment: a look at some of my Paintings
I made this video to see if a: it’s something I want to do and b: it’s something I can…
Early Spring Haikus
moss covering brick last year’s leaves decomposing green appearing ~ February dawn magnolia buds open pink blossoms emerge
The Zen. The Zen. The Zen.
I recently wrote a little piece about an event I was due to perform in. You can read it here:…