We are living in more bothersome times than ever before. THE VIRUS ABOUNDS. Which leaves me worried… mainly of my dear mother goose. And for the old, vulnerable folks close to those I love as[…]

I find ever more narrow the listening to find the real poets of our generally appalling species closer to the cockroaches than the lions and primates of whom, we have evolved from to become the[…]

There is enough campaigning and propaganda elsewhere, for me to feel I can offer anything valuable in support of or cynical opposition towards, and so, I will continue to avoid the rapids of social media[…]

‘giving the knee’? Ranting at statues and raging ‘shame on you’? The newly found democratic anarchist republic of Spaz? All eyes on America, and then overlaying their manufactured ‘struggle’ onto our own lands…why the fuck[…]

I listen to and read every writer I can find who challenges me or feels of the blizzards and high tides, and what I am always seeking is some rare and precious poet who has[…]

Programmed to press buttons to peek at screens as soon as I wake, from the haze lingering grisly from my delving into the shadows where I dull my mind, give awful fuel to my feelings,[…]

Aesop Rock. A pure and proper poet, colliding with a rugged flow of not human but tides and wind… for the freestyle crowd…all of whom will know Lord Finesse, but perhaps not know Percy. and[…]

We live in a world ruled by tyranny. Who are our governments? These people we now place our trust in to protect us, to crush our ability to prosper and leave us totally dependent on[…]