When I tell people that I am an Angel they usually smile, vaguely. It doesn’t matter if they believe me or not. Because I am, and Denial doesn’t alter the Truth, however much it shakes its head.

Eros Comes Out Fighting Whenever Thanatos rattles my cage all great and grizzled ,growling lumbering unshaven and dark shouting "death comes,hear me, fear it" Eros comes out fighting

Teenage boy is haunted by visions of his best mates mum's bum in a tight pair of jeans. Trying to find his way out of dirty thoughts he tries French irregular verbs but even they don't work

“Factory” Big black clouds, or black birds, are piling up out there: I hear thunder, and wonder what might be poised to fill in space. My spark walked away

pure hate

We’ve left a lot behind us, taken stock and set our sails. I feel as if in some way we are saying our farewells.

These people drowned within a flood That took their civilisation’s blood. A prophecy that’s very plain. The same thing’s happening here again.

A tribute to my favorite poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.