Tag Archives: poetry

The call of the river

Originally posted on That's How The Light Gets In:
Canada geese in flight. Photo by Philippe Henry The day began, walking with the dog in the park, with a skein of geese flying overhead, a honking arrowhead of birds heading straight for the river. I don’t think there is any another sound that so…

Nerve Magazine – Interview with local singer, songwriter and writer Tom George

Nerve Magazine – Interview with local singer, songwriter and writer Tom George.

September Fly

There’s a solitary housefly living in the downstairs toilet. September fly was concieved on a dog turd down the street, hatched out on a rotting pastie by next door’s bins and found it’s way through our spare bedroom window last weekend. Since then, it has patrolled our rooms and corridors on a non-stop reconnaissance missionContinue reading “September Fly”

WHY I HATE AND LOVE FACEBOOK

You may know I publish my own physical zines from time to time, including poetry, music reviews and general comment…? Well, not long ago I put out a little pocket-sized publication of short, random writing. Here (below) is the introduction to the zine which, as you’ll  find out, has a lot to do with aContinue reading “WHY I HATE AND LOVE FACEBOOK”

I SPRAYED THE COVERS…

…of my book individually with aerosol paint – here’s an example. The book features the hit poems ‘Checkout Girl’, and ‘UV Angel’ as well as several previously unpublished or performed poetry and prose pieces. You can now find it in Liverpool’s radical bookshop News From Nowhere, on Bold St. Just hand over four fresh squidsContinue reading “I SPRAYED THE COVERS…”

Like Clockwork

This is a piece of writing that I didn’t have room for in my new upcoming book of poems and prose. It’s definately part of the collection, but it’s living here on my blog. The book is gonna be called My Bohemia and will be hopefully ready by the end of this week, and availableContinue reading “Like Clockwork”

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”