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...
1958 M wasn’t accustomed to being summoned. The government car in the street below belched blue exhaust fumes into the arid August air. The driver’s...