Category Archives: Stories…

Hand me down that bottle, you,you rugged hugger,bigger spoon. We’ve carved you out of chalk,turned you out into the dawn,you couldn’t take a blow,you couldn’t leave our thoughts You’ve sculpted more than we could ever do.

god, we’ve turned those eyes to ancient thingsgod, I hope you’re gladtrippingon our own tongueson what you thought you’d sayand what I didn’t heargoodbyeagainfor now

For one reason, another, and a third, I have not written a single thing for half a month. I haven’t the faintest solid reason why, but I have my thoughts. I can bullet point them and maybe the world will … Continue reading →

Kid Cut inside a sunrise for that grin, kid, didn’t you? One of those, for which the world is never short of beautiful. I couldn’t have imagined that you’d live, but here you are. And I don’t think I’ve been … Continue reading →

Visitation out the window come a roar – thunder – wake you up what thing is this some, creature, beast or god? – no such thing – rolling-wheel pusher, in a flat-cap, Bin-Man working a job

Ever one to jump upon the bandwagon, I thought I’d follow the lead of two friends of mine (both on WordPress and currently NaPoWriMo-ing here and here) and post my personal favourite poem by Allen Ginsberg on this 15th anniversary … Continue reading →

Sand And wind And the sea. Father And daughter Flying a kite. Fingers White from grasping; Eyes Tight with squinting Into the sun. The sky Grey, Clouds streaming Past, Hair in the wind And voices: Coaching, Giggling. Father, Two hands … Continue reading →

Endless thanks to Tom Hall, whom this couldn’t have been done without. You can download it, free. Or give me money if you’re into that sort of thing. But, seriously, it’s free. URL below. http://jamesvarney.bandcamp.com/album/the-night And while you’re on bandcamp, … Continue reading →

Fucking hell, how much longer is he going to go on for? He’s been talking solidly for at least fifteen minutes now. How much time must he spend sleeping if he’s dreaming up all this shit? Too much time. He’s … Continue reading →

Fuck. What’s he doing here? How is he here? Fuck, does he know these people? Of course he fucking does, why else would he be here? Shit. Do I ignore him? Can I ignore him? Does he know I’m here? … Continue reading →