down in avalon |
During the descent towards the city and out of Avalon, an enclave of ever-balmy, peaceful inconvenience, pleasantry is gradually stripped from the scenery in the snap shots made of bus windows every ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:47:00 GMT |
though shes the door, she cant be the room |
The kid is on the floor with his head buried in my knees, clinging onto them for comfort, moaning, whining, half meaning it, half already validated by my protection.
With my hands in his mass of hair...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
too long I roamed in the night |
Sudden music booms and blows open the stasis of the slow beat middling through the room seconds before. Wake up! And an audience rises from among the flowers and balloons, a small army of creatures st...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 09:47:00 GMT |
I know my luck too well |
Adoration is indestructable, it lives in sentiment when it dies in immediacy, but wonder is a temporary state of bliss. Sooner or later all friends become family and you learn things about one an...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 13:13:00 GMT |
did you see the stylish kids in the riot |
"Look after your friend, she's upset," a homeless woman tells me, looking up big-eyed and some kind of helpless. She's curled into the bench like she's sat there so long it's left it's imprint on the ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 00:53:00 GMT |
this corrosion |
Quiet love may cut my tether to the vicious freedom of gypsy caravans, that nomad flip-flop, that tumbling ritual of momentary homelessness. Hunger lead me astray, do not become simple.I want no place...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 11:02:00 GMT |
sleeping is giving in |
In a bright blue bathroom blazing with smoke-machine fog, I lean against the doorway and my angel snaps a photo of me in a forlorn Bettie Page pose. In the background is the blurred fury of girls in T...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:14:00 GMT |
