Continuing in the series of Autumn scribblings – November – a poem on crossing a bleak land of […]
Category Archive: Ghosts
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 […]
Hollowing out a pumpkin – a messy and fastidious business and probably the closest I’ll ever get to […]
