From My Window (#2)

I’m waiting for the street light to turn on. The sun is starting to go down and the sky has turned a dull milky grey. The trees opposite are waving to the wind. One of them is leaning at an alarming angle towards the road, it’s huge root stump looks like it will be enough […]

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From my window (1)

The street lamps look like they are spraying a fine mist as the cars rush past one way up the street below. Tent city to the right and left, in front of me the apartments on the richer side of the street. Pedestrians do their chess board dance on the crosswalks. A dog looks left […]

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The City’s Table

I don’t like shopping on California, with it’s fifty dollar king crab legs and filletted cuts of meat that litter the sidewalks, that blow round the alleys, that sleep in tents, in boxes and pallets. I don’t like shopping on California for sweet potatoes and half baked ideas, while flocks of children grub amongst the […]

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The Polk(a)

Glitter-queens are celebrating by the cathedral, extravagantly head-dressed, platformed shoed, ru paul-ed and uniformed in layers of souffle viscose and stiff shiny sharp sequined silver, bored out loud, gorgeously proud, hassling the traffic and doing the careful stomp of people in heels that are too high everywhere. Everywhere but here. Nervous hospital waiters, sitting on […]

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Marriage is Murder

I refuse to make apologies, I refuse to be reasonable, I refuse to put caveats before anything I might write on this subject. Marriage is murder. The relationship between men and women is so unequal physically, socially, legally, that to endeavour to merge worlds, to enter into such a contract is just begging for trouble. […]

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Sailing Round Cape Fear

Fuck, I am scared. I know fear well, we are old friends. I have known Fear from the start. If Bob has his Desolation Row, I have my Cape Fear, just round the Dire Straits of Crushed Hope, and south from the Point of No Return. I can almost smell the roasting meat and gravy […]

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The Linda Lindas: Oh!

Best pop bubblegum punk I have heard in years. The Linda Lindas are killing it! Blondie, eat your heart (of glass) out! These girls are amazing! I will stop doing the worried mother act about nature of the music industry – these girls are pretty young, and the punk scene is, by definition, no playground […]

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