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Sing Jennifer Pickup, 29.10.2023 for 11.11.2023 Sunday morning, we gather at the war stone yet again, All sombre black-clad figures in the cold...

‘Ali come back,’ I hissed. Too late as her big feet connected with metallic bucket making it ring out. She peered back at me and put a hand over her...

The wheat fields are like a courtyard at play their stalks are ripe enough for the man to harvest. Golden in the wind firm in stature now bulked up...

We’d arranged to meet by the coal cellar, when it was dark. I’d already checked. The lights in Mrs Connolly’s house were out. Apart from the one in...

The Changing of Seasons Skies painted silver Rain drifting on breezes. Cumulus roiling in the distance. The sigh of mountains Heaving in silence. A...

“DJ Sasha!!” Manny is screaming as a large and expanding group of us walk towards the Escape club opposite the pier roundabout. “Come on 24-hour party people”, he continues “DJ Sasha in the area!”. Katie wraps her arm around me and pulls herself into me, holding me tight, The night seems light and open under the full moon. I look at her and smile, still lost in my thoughts about tonight's gig. It feels like something important happened tonight. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Image is of The Penrose Stairs (Escher's work came afterward). Image is PD

A man and woman contemplate a scene of violence. Inspired by Artemisia Gentileschi.

Homelessness was my lifestyle choice ? Does cosmo tell you which cardboard boxes are in this season ? I do nt want to be seen in the wrong soup...