We wander derelict wasteland, somehow lost between Jamaica lane and the river, and stand on maps of concrete cracked and burst with the green fuses of weeds. They wind through the fissures, green lines forming a pathway…

Suddenly, like the force of a hurricane, I’m blown away; by the beauty, the colours, the unstoppable force of life.

I look over at ( Read more... )

Cruban on the rocks. Bay of Biscay, 6 hours after we crashed.


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Your hands plunge. “What is it?”
“Figure it out dumbass.”
“Is it ice cream?” You say.
Figure out who has the power in this relationship.
“No, keep trying.” I say.
Creep.
“Cement?”
I shake my head. You are blindfolded; I reach over and turn your head from side to side.
“Sun-cream?”
Your nails are white, your hands just bones bleached like hair, just ( Read more... )

I wrote this last night to post in 100 words ( Read more... )

Proseish/Poetryish

Go for it ( Read more... )

"In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female or female/female. In other words each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut evryone in half, right down the middle. So ( Read more... )

"Music gives a soul to the universe,
wings to the mind,
flight to the imagination,
and life to everything"

That's pretty cool!