Letters from Limoge

Waiting for the mid-life crisis. It won’t be coming now, I’ve been a lucky man I don’t know how it missed me. it could be that the second childhood kicked in early and if it did, so what? senility’s the new add-on, the plug-in when your thoughts have all but gone, don’t get me wrong,…

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Night bus to Harlem

Traps set to trap us the trappings we all think we need and while the sand’s running out we’re all off out looking for more traps to trap us. I retreat back into the shell let the sea swallow me no one could tell I was here at all. Naked came I and naked I’ll…

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‘The age of reason’

These are the blackouts they don’t want you to talk about when your mind goes on walkabout and you wake in a stupor, one of my aunts went gaga la la la but we didn’t mind that her mind had gone, for us it was the way of things going on. Better yet when we…

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