Goth But Not Forgotten…

It was the eighties, I was a youth and I was often in the company of goths. Evenings around friends’ houses were often suffused with the smell of cheap hairspray and hot crimping irons. ‘Cider and Black’ was the drink of choice at our underground haunts. It must have been a comforting subculture to join;Continue reading “Goth But Not Forgotten…”

Sister Midnight

(from my new book, which I will hopefully get out in time for my performance at Dumbells this Friday…) Painting your nails, glossy and black Little black dress with a low cut back Swigging on vodka, filter tips Pout for the mirror, your blood red lips Smudge those eyes like a faraway tramp Four inchContinue reading “Sister Midnight”