Summer solstice: a natural crime story.
Midsummer Murthers
A View with a Room
A balcony and the best breakfast in Brixham.
Psyche Gate
Last September, just before the Harris Museum in Preston closed for three years for renovations, I slipped in for a private rendezvous with a woman with whom I have secretly communed for many years. She never looks a day older. She says nothing, but imparts a great deal. I can't see her any more, and … Continue reading Psyche Gate
Beltane
Horticultural heat, hammock-time again. Flies that hover and can carpet-bomb, hedgehogs braving the road, frogs inside a goblin; and those dusky lips.
That’s me in the corner; with Judas, My Brother
The book that changed my afterlife; plus some thoughts on truth and belief and how to break the chains that link Putin, the pandemic and Pontius Pilate.
Fame, Fat and Flatulence
A brief review of a substantial memoir.
Unbalanced Equinox
The man with the missile is masturbating His shadow splats onto the garden He thinks he is making history Heaven knows he's making a mess The equinox will re-stock the garden It won't be easy this year The east reheats the cold war There are sentries in spades at the lych-gate When a man without … Continue reading Unbalanced Equinox
Bracken
Bracken rules the carrion roost. He’ll hide any cadaver. He’ll launder immoral earnings. He’ll raise an army. He’ll muster rebels. He’ll occupy territory.
Blog Jamming
Blog 101. After four years of blogging and one hundred posts, which scribblings were the most popular with readers and which were ignored? Which compositions were the most satisfying to share and which were the most uncomfortable to reveal?
Reviving Deadlines
The most extraordinary aspect of the Deadlines album is the cover. It's not the arresting image that makes it exceptional, but the fact that the action depicted in the picture is not artificially composed. It really is a shot of a man in a telephone kiosk filled with water. The booth was a specially strengthened … Continue reading Reviving Deadlines
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