It’s like the last line of Great Gatsby, except not as eloquent, and a lot more sweaty. Continue reading FICTION POST: OLD YELLER
Yet another gravy-licious tune by the inestimable Foxes of Fleet. Continue reading ON ANOTHER OCEAN (JANUARY / JUNE)
Inside a crevasse in the mountain an ancient man bowed to the ground and touched his hands to a fire he’d built. Continue reading FICTION POST: THE FIRE IN THE CAVE
The Fleet Foxes get cracking. Continue reading IF YOU NEED TO, KEEP TIME ON ME
Her room was cold; she felt a breeze channeling through her broken window. Continue reading FICTION POST: GRADUATING
One of my many summer songs. Continue reading WHAT COLOUR ARE YOU?
The other cars must have felt deceived. Continue reading FICTION POST: LINE OF PARKED CARS