Goodnight Vienna

The square root that they can’t connect with the give that they can’t live with and the life that they won’t part with. Connected? we could be by some quirk of evolution or by man and his pollution, we are as diverse as the river that splits at the silt line or as the time…

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South Shields 1963

. Her eyes, lit coals burning holes through my skin I wanted to be and she wanted me and grandma called me in for my tea and she went off on her tricycle. first loves, I had a two-wheeled scooter made from the finest red tin I scootered that beauty everywhere,. her eyes still burned…

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More than March

Self-immolation or self-isolation? stark choice, the dark voice says, make one. aw jeez it’s only Tuesday, but you know if I had my way it would be a holiday and no one would say, burn or turn into a recluse…

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