Travelling to somewhere, Travels always go somewhere. (But F*** knows where) Rain spit spatters on the windshield, The […]
Category Archive: Ghosts
Beautiful French countryside. That depends where you go. Took a road trip yesterday. My better half was driving, […]
Part I Slowly opening one eye and gazing at an unfamiliar yellow room. Oh God, who chose the […]
It was that time of year when my work takes me the middle of deepest nowhere. Here are […]
Continuing in the series of Autumn scribblings – November – a poem on crossing a bleak land of […]
It’s the cooling evening of the afternoon of the gig of the morning that started the night before. […]
There’s no life on Mars. I know. I’ve been there. Photos of those parts of France that the […]
Was It Ever Like That? Ex-pat reflections on the Christmas that never was gleaned from collective memy The […]
A few ghosts of Christmas past – for mum and dad who always laid themselves out for a […]
« I had a teenage dream, On moonage days, I’d be a freak out far out, In a purple haze, Cruising […]
