Louise Brooks and the Photophobic Scene

Berlin, 1929

In Love with a Flower (Part 2)

To stand in front of a flower, and feel the flicker of its eyelash, and see the sun skip like a pebble inside the spaces that sings between us. And the verdure of its leaves,
Cherry

SF. Pt.9 One of these days.

One of these days, thinks Arthur, I’ll write all this stuff down.

In Love with a Flower

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...

Cowboy Killer

Cowboy Killer (6th January, 2009, 2.24pm) He strode in like a cold wind blowing through my mind, words slung from his hips like guns, bullets ready for firing; deadly, silver-tongued ones.

Robbing Peter

It was around the time I'd got into debt buying Marxist literature. I intended to sell it on, without profit, but couldn't even give it away. Nobody believed in politics anymore.

The Pain in my Heart

The aftermath of a love affair.

Mist of Me

A poem of evaluation

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