Category: Newcastle

“Don’t Molt”

Is it eight am yet?

What do i need, lies?

Tiles cleaned for girls night,

Candy-floss extensions of hate.

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Sitting remembering the gemologist,

Am i back on the breast?

A stubborn cliche

A combination of words.

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A Maggie

A black cat

A text

A feeling that’s down.

A low

Another day

Another hangover

Another inhalation.

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Track between England, fog between pints.

Hindered by disgrace,

Looming black.

Nineteen, cold or Islam, having an attire off.

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1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

I salute you your honor,

Vape, fiddle, listen, sit,

Back on the seat before dawn.

Particles That Remain – October/November and Autumn in England

Newcastle Fog

Sunday in Beeston

Belgian Bink

Church Snorbettz

Paprika, Gateshead

Diwali

Diwali Thali

Diamonds Bus Sketch

ICA London

Shrew

Glitter in the Tate Tanks

To and from the September Floods