A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine – Saints & Bullshitters.
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
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
Then we raised a glass to JFK and a thousand more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried
Poetry is the art of the in-between, that space between places and identities. For me, that place is that pocket of knowing between Ireland and Spain, of home and home.