Leaves

A display of warmth and blush would once make its way down the tree. Gracefully it left, like a final bow at the end of a play; so frail, yet, quite tender to the eyes of the admiring audience.

The Day Is A Child

If I could, I would sleep all day and wake in the brilliant night Day expects too much Day expects grass to be green; the sky to be blue

Isle

Seeking darkness To end the light, To end the day and start the night.

Gus the gorilla and friends

old tales and fitba quarrels.

FOR THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY

Abide with me.
Cherry

Moontide

Jack Effra was never aware of the voices. But they were everywhere: speaking about his walk in Londis in Milton Keynes, speaking about his taste for the continent in Cafe Rouge in Chiswick...

Mostly

"You thought you'd be reunited with all the people you loved during your life on Earth? It's perfectly natural. Everybody does."

September, 2001

The towers fell A waterfall of layers Farted dark smoke Which travelled to corners or cul de sacs Bleeding like a mad wound Breaking skin and bones ripped Swallowed underground wonder

revalations

It's a gorgeous disease and she was looking at me with a glass brain shattered waiting Her dirty hands bleeding growing anorexic by the minute Let me baptize her with the blood of my sin

Letters to a Daughter and Sons

Mom said I was a wandering child and lucky to have survived my early years.

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