There’s a Blondie record playing on the jukebox in the corner. It’s one you’ve heard many times before but it still pulls you in with its goodness. There’s optimism here, full-on powerpop positivity, to take hold of you in the moment as the night sky fall...
these dreams, haunted melodies outside my window a nosegay of putricication boiling over the moon's shadow falling onto a barren land with no soul as muddy waters from deep when the mast is broken and the bilge is pumped by who... laying waste to humanity...
Chapter 1 Once upon a time, in the small village of Chiseldon, Wiltshire, there was a strange occurrence happening. The sun was shining bright, and unicorns were seen galloping through the streets. At first, it seemed like a dream come true for the villag...
Through your almondine green eyes love me when the waters are still love me when the tides rise and the buttermilk churns beneath the gray skies of an Autumn's windjammer the falling leaves of sycamores love me in your anonymous love me beneath your cold...
It was a quiet night in the village of Chiseldon, a small and unremarkable spot on the outskirts of Swindon. The clerk, Jack, was counting the cash register and getting ready to close the p shop. He looked forward to a peaceful evening, playing darts down...
It's bedtime for Bonzo and Hector Alonzo, Ronald Reagan didn't make it out of bed So we stayed there all day watching pretty women with that rug on top of Hector Alonzo's head Dancing in circles listening to the Go-Go's, waiting for that moment we'ed all...
I’m searching for the lost forty-five. Jack was talking about it last night in The Crown. It was when an old northern soul record came on the jukebox, one that they play regularly in there, and which can’t fail to make your feet tap and your body start to...
"With this ring", In the candle's light, I can see the shadow of a falling leaf in my mind's portmanteau the miracle of our day wed in gathering Twilight's wreath "to love and cherish" trying to balance the bittersweet as if a lonely heron in a shallow gl...
The horse was in shock. It didn’t know what had happened to it as it could not comprehend just what was going on, and the farmer to whom it belonged, could only stare with a similar level of incomprehension. Standing at the gate, as ‘Bessie’ a retired Haf...
Wikipedia says that A1 is a sauce. So we are under attack by a sauce? Which is short for Sausalito, a city in California. What does a steak sauce have to do with Artificial Intelligence? Can it spell Mississippi? I tried talking to a bottle of A1 and got...
Vows You said you’d always be there with support through thick or thin, but when I needed shelter, you refused to let me in. I knocked and begged for mercy, so my needs were very clear – I pounded and I pounded, but you still refused to hear. You watched...
It's your party bopping the gristle of sanctimonious heathens with no cover charge Hats off to the body-snatchers in delirium's sweet memories of intoxication Welcome to my hidey-hole of puddings and veins and hypocrites as Jesus resurrects Farewell you s...
When Bear woke up, Girl was curled up on her side, inside his body, snuggled up to him for warmth, the blanket mostly covering her, except for one foot, which stuck out. The fire had died some time ago, and it was cool inside the cabin. Bear raised his he...
The record’s an instrumental called Grow Your Own. It’s a Small Faces b-side from some time around ’65 I think. Back at the old alma mater, Miles used to play it to death. We used to sit in his room in hall, getting dragged into its brilliance, playing it...
