We fall off horses, and topple off bikes. We scrape our knees, and lose a bit of skin. We shelter under trees when lightning strikes. We take our chances, we grizzle and grin. What of […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Month: December 2014
I have a bike…
I have a bike, but I rarely ride it… I can always find a reason not to… Always something else to do beside it… Lame contrivances that claim “I’ve got to…” Weak-kneed excuses that can’t […]
Dim-lit Dust
I’ve been here before, many times in fact, I recognise those featureless walls, and I remember how those shelves got stacked, I recall the dog-eared papers, the sprawls of endless thinking, abandoned, let loose to […]
This Monster
This monster, this orphan, of Frankensteins, he’s taken up residence at my place. He’s reconfigured networks and crossed lines; broken the system that delivers bass. Of his exploits I keep an inventory: it includes the […]
