“What do you mean you forgot the pesto sauce?”

Amazing space, a raindrop for every tear, an epic queen’s lament (we dare not speak her name): ‘Fear the bandanaed man,’ she cries.
Dragona Hartley’s Rose of Sharon, like a swallow hovering over the city, sweetly but darkly and out of context.
My friend thinks she may be a bat.
She hesitates not, however, to pencil in, like the [...]

Homeless in Vermont

I must apologise for my lack of input recently. This is mostly because I’ve been spending most of my time and energy on my novel. I’ve posted the first three short chapters here and will add chapters from time to time. Check it out.
In the meantime I’ve decided to feature some posts that strike me [...]

‘You don’t know what they do to you when they know you can’t walk.’

I’ve been damned by some as an unbeliever, an anti-christ. It pleases me, therefore, and reinforces my self esteem, to know that to others I’m the cool atheist across the street.
My youngest daughter calls me daddy and my mother insists that I was brought up a good catholic kid and on the right track.
So I [...]

Underground

I’m in London over the weekend visiting some friends and taking photographs — I lived here for 30 years but its profile changes all the time and I like to keep track…
Alright.
On the underground (subway) I hear this:
‘Why steal or deal crack when you’ve got a sucker for a mother?’
Some profiles don’t change.
[...]

Secrets of a Satanic Suppressive

It’s late at night and I’m far from home.
I’m used to that.
Indeed, being far from home is not new to me.
As a kid I am a compulsive runaway.
I mean, who wants to be home all the time?
No, my concern is not due to any spatio-temporal confusion or separation.
What’s worrying me is the company I’m keeping.
She’s [...]

After the Brits

So, it’s been another slow year.
You know that feeling, when you’re the only one (I mean one, get it?) in a crowd to see a single magpie? Man, that’s a f**ker.
One for sorrow…
But why me. I mean, I’m in a crowd, you know? And it’s just me that gets the sorrow-vision?
It’s because I’m an atheist, [...]

Girl Alarm

I know the girl in the bar by sight. Our eyes meet and I nod. Her phone rings. An odd ring-tone. Sounds like a klaxon. A car alarm. A smoke alarm. A personality alarm.
I sense that her life is on fire or overheating or being tampered with in some way. So we arrange to meet [...]

Xmas day in the morning

So, I’m talking to God. I’ve been working all night on this serial-killer story and I start drinking black vodka at 10am. 
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned,” I tell him.
God shuffles his feet, adjusts his blanket, butters another slice of toast and replies in a perfectly reasonable tone:
“Tell me, son, without shame.” 
Well, of course, [...]

Edie Sedgwick: “After Hours” video

Edie Sedgwick was born in 1943. She met Andy Warhol in 1965 and became one of the Factory regulars around March of that year. Warhol has often been blamed for Edie’s descent into drug addiction and mental illness but her family has a history of both.
She was first institutionalized in the autumn of 1962 [...]