The Extras Bit
Well, there’s always someone who wants to know more…
The shortest day, sadness eating heartily from the marrow of my bones, sparkle homes, red dawns in Blake’s own tones, frost on the leaves, spiders-web of leaf-blank trees, soup and granary bread, bed warmer than the room beyond, black ice, black and white photographs, exposure matters more, Pantone 279c skies, crows as blots against that blue, ink accidents pre-judging you, stare then fly, tinsel and pine-cones, all this, my coldest sigh.
And finally, if you want to fight me? Here’s my walk-on music.