
A recent trip to Berlin, via Easy-jet and German literature, made a deep impression on me.
A recent trip to Berlin, via Easy-jet and German literature, made a deep impression on me.
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine – Saints & Bullshitters.
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine.
It was by pressing hard against a pen, and not guitar strings, that his fingers bled.
It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy… let’s go exploring! Calvin & Hobbes