118A Creighton Avenue

Behind cardboard boxes, I’m in the corner. Leaning on a cushion, I’m in the dark. Potatoes are humming rich smells from the oven. Getting the girls to bed: they have to be given a bottle each; it’s tea and bath before. When they’ve gone to sleep The grownups eat tired potatoes at 9pm. It’s alwaysContinue reading “118A Creighton Avenue”

Salad with mackerel

tonight I’m gonna feed myself right from a bag with apples and the thrill of eager walnuttes that press the beetroot neat sliced nice over rocket-watercress-spinach leaves stalks ‘n all spring-water washed — Eating right is important for an artist. Even Ella Fitzegerald and Louis Armstrong advocate this in ‘Frim Fram Sauce’. In truth, though,Continue reading “Salad with mackerel”