Monthly Archives: April 2002

old habits die hard like a shellfish on the moult it¹s hard to shed that skin too many accretions like the bescabbled backs of barnacles too heavy for liftoff from the sticky mud of planets my greatest fear is suffocation … Continue reading →

henry on the cobble of a village in chester stone from the churn valley where we used to fear to go churn is deep and high and you get tired and hurt from climbing to its easy point creatures lived … Continue reading →

i just gotta say i love your lines its all i could ask for harmony in oceans and forever tuned like forks at breakfast wordless in the long night they ate their tongues in the fevered famine and lost the … Continue reading →