All men are wolves, We sniff, piss and fuck But the moon, to each of us, wears different faces And different times. You, my moon, Above me, in the coldest reaches, How you rolled a cigarette, the marked fingers caressing magic From the mundane The way you drank beer from the bottle, Made my mouth … Continue reading You, My Moon.
Well, sent back to the publisher anyway and then off to have all sorts of things done to make it presentable for the public's consumption. The convention is soon. Looking forward to seeing some of you. I'll have signed first edition copies available, and scintillating conversation as well. Next up is working on the third, … Continue reading The Dead Friend is Alive!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnCVYO9Aw20&ab_channel=xlMrProdigylx The songs were fantastic, alongside some funny, poignant monologues. This one however, was exquisite. Burnham is a recent discovery, and inspiring as much as he is brilliant.
One last thing The smell of you Before I sleep Feelings I don't have words for