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About Me

...wannabe writer...photographer...

Genetics ganged-up,
forced my hair into retreat,
unable to cope with the things
I have to face.

So my haircut is,
shall we say, aerodynamic.
To lessen the effect
of my skull poking through.

Coupled with the harsh angles
of my face it gives me
a thuggish air. Policemen
eye me suspiciously,

OAP's cross the street
and real thugs
exhume their aggression
from shallow graves.

Donning designer specs
and perfectly ironed shirts
softens the impact
on the eye,

but unfortunately
it lends me an entirely
different air altogether.

My Interests

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...wannabe writers...photographers...

My Blog

early hours

Under a miners lamp moon we work the seam,me, and the forced insomniacs who pay homageto a Tachometer god, and the workmenwho appear like forensic scientists beneath halogen sunshine, running repairs ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 01:59:00 GMT

diversionary

Dust motes in the shaft of sunlight that Chardonnay-pours through the window. The shadows cast, sculpturing the gardens beneath, sly seduction for the eye. Sparrow-spats at ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 09:30:00 GMT

Tubism

Neck-deep in coated shoulders,hairlines anduneasy breath,a well-to-do bag-ladyhas a Gucci carrieras a bag for handsnot shopping.While a man reads Orwell learning what it was to be ruinedi...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 07:31:00 GMT

her jacket

Hovers in the loft space above cardboard cubes full of the impersonal. For a time it drifted with the day-to-day jumble, performing pirouettes.In the end it's spirit was too much to bear, augmented by...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 02:08:00 GMT