March 2013
3 posts
February 2013
2 posts
3.
I watched.
You watched? You’re sick!
Maybe. I couldn’t look away.
What did it look like?
…Like a volcano. An underwater volcano.
A volcano under water? Was there a lot?
Yes.
I hate needles. It makes me sick to look.
I couldn’t look away.
I looked once. I felt so sick afterwards.
What did it look like?
I don’t know…Just blood squirting into a...
2.
I stood on my toes and peered into the wrong end of a telescope. It seemed as though I was alone so took a moment shifting, moving closer, squinting with one eye, then the other, then both. Looking down rather than up I imagined I was on the moon and that the lights below me were the Earth.
October 2012
6 posts
I put some things on Flickr.
HERE
May 2012
9 posts
April 2012
2 posts
February 2012
15 posts
January 2012
2 posts
October 2011
1 post
Kurt Vile - Baby’s Arms
August 2011
4 posts
From the memories, journals and letters of my father, 1979 “Dear Boop, Dee, Phip, Dids, Ging, Uncle, Steg, Dogs; before I tell the story of Bordeaux, I’ll quote from a passage I read yesterday. ‘Travelling is a spontaneous university.”
It was September, grape picking season in the south of France- where my father had now found himself coming down from a week long high in Paris. A little...
June 2011
2 posts
April 2011
7 posts
