Radio, Radio
There is a certain irony that, less than a week after I gave up my #NewMusicFriday show on Radio Stradbroke, Annie Nightingale, the second-most seminal Radio One DJ in my… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Life
On My Own
On My Own as I read A Man Called Ove I stare at the emptiness that was you, And try to put you back together From bits of memory and… Continue Reading
Incomplete
This time last year, I was writing the final daily chapter of Aggie’s Art Of Happiness. I’d also just had a tooth out. I’d blogged every day of 2022, and felt… Continue Reading
Ricochet
The victims are unknown. No count. No names. No memorial. In the crossfire of politics, Everyone dies. The ricochet of careless words Cannot be calculated Nor predicted. The paths of… Continue Reading
celebration
celebration yesterday’s sunset in the rearview mirror framed between black clouds. this morning’s awakening in the dark, my lover breathing by my side. coffee. soggy fields and hard paths, and… Continue Reading
earsplitting
earsplitting: politicians’ rhetoric the right wing cacophony lying alternative facts main stream media red top headlines brexiters libertarians extremists fake news mute: the damned the innocent the dying R 20/11/2023… Continue Reading
Panoramic
His universe has shrunk. To the inside of a room. To the space within. It used to be panoramic infinity. Now it is monotony. The same every day. Seconds, weeks,… Continue Reading
Notion
As a child, as a young man even, He had this idea that life would be Perfect, something which now seems As strange and abstract a notion as Any. Yet… Continue Reading
tired
time has wasted me dimensions skewed nothing straight sudden implosions of people spaces events into my private places sliced vision hevy legs arms head beds never enticed me for rest… Continue Reading
Migration
Life is a series of consequences. History is a record of those consequences, unvarnished history in any case, not just the history written by the victors. Migration has always existed…. Continue Reading