During the languid and serene nights of February, I have amused myself with a curious pastime. The poor, obscure, plain, and little creature in me has been ...
For months and months I have been bound to the songs of 'Have One On Me' (2010). My affair with Newsom's poetry has evolved into a love-like liaison; a sad ...
'All right, Tommy. I'll tell you. It may not make any more sense after you've heard it, but you can hear it anyway. It's just that sometimes, every now and ...
I called him a poor man's Edward Scissorhands. I can't remember why, but this is what he tells me. "You are hungry", he says. He is not mistaken: I am hungry, ...
In the dream there's a lynx and a bear and a tree. The animals struggle high up in the dense green, clots of fur and blood colouring the leaf veins and oak ...