Primrose Hill paints itself pretty.
It’s spring! And there’s a spring in my step.
There’s the boy who looks like the father that he always works beside. He refills the £1 fruit baskets and rearranges the vegetables in ordered rows of colours. Tomatoes are red, onions are caramel, cabbage is green. His father handles the dealings, handles the money, handles the conversation, handles the boy. And the boy works silently […]
I’m in a bookstore that’s called Nomad’s. Is that who it attracts? It’s my favourite because it’s been with me since the very beginning. Or I’ve been with it. Yes, I’ve been with it. It’s on a corner of a busy Fulham road. It’s the type of bookstore, where you know they know what they’re […]
I do what I’m told.
A bowl of cupcake.
This GREAT exchange is not of equal value It’s not a stone for a stone An eye for an eye Its exchange values are opposite With a distance in between that spans the widening universe Ever pulling away, I’m ever pulling away Life for death These are not equals Not even close Yet ‘It is […]
Imagine your life in place of theirs. Exchange it for a moment, and just remember you can have it back. They can’t. Forced to do something, like selling flesh and heart and soul. You did not expect this. No one expects this, least of all you. They season you in comfort and ease while you’re […]
Broadway calls, it always does on a day where the sun finds its warmth once more. To market, to market, I’m a-tapping my feet. I’ve never been to the real broadway, but I imagine it’s nothing like this one tucked beside London Fields. (photo courtesy of Rel) It’s here I’ve come to meet a friend who […]
Centre. Not just the front, not the back, not the right side, nor even the left side, but the CENTRE of life. What is your core? The centre that every front, back and off-shooted side action stems from. That action, this thought, has to be growing out of something. And that something (or someone) is […]