Tag: What's Exactly The Matter With Me?

Potato Jack often left home without his jacket on. His mum warned him he’d catch his death, but she was wrong. Just like she...

I was asked a few questions recently by a new friend that really had me thinking. Scrambling for answers actually, and aware of the...

I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends,...

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...

I don’t look in the mirror anymore because it always startles me when I don’t recall the face. This year I had the most solitary...

She died in my arms Not a word was said In silence we rose And got out of our bed Her eyes would flash I knew them too well Every...