THE LAST JOB “I always hated the rain,” said Brian. “Good for the farmers,” replied Ed. “The poor farmers,” “There’s no such thing.” “How do you know...
I’m travelling to Lexhane, along a Roman Road; Where twinkl’d glass beckons me through hidden river fords. To a pond that softly brooks and whispers...
I have a bass guitar, Its a Jazz-copy that I call Vanessa; Vanessa is my road bass, and travelled around with me in a battered old flight case. Along...
"Quitting time" A watch hand moves in a mechanical twitch A cigarette smoulders on a chipped china saucer A magazine title reads 'Want to start over...