Follow the silence
it will lead you to
the noise ...
Follow the silence
it will lead you to
the noise ...
This land of the red light where the walker is mocked. This district of sodomy where fuckers fear nothing. This language is a grotesque, its speakers are not civilised.
This is a review from the Head of Programmes performance @ the junction in plymouth on 24th feb this year.
Prose about death and reincarnation
...the dark tunnel which I have left far behind
Piece of prose about the public/private masks we use
An opinion of the way things are to be or not to be.
There is a thing stronger than love, when another person becomes a part of you. Intertwined between arteries and veins. When their skin is your home, the only place you are safe.
This very short piece is about the difference between the love of gay people and that of straight people.
A river will flow, mighty and grow
From life we create.