Monthly Archives: February 2011

In the distance, a voice, can’t quite get what it says.  The sound waves surrender to the void and get to my ears:  In the corner of the palace they killed a hunchback… The Bazaar at Constantinople with its vaulted … Continue reading →

  All Drugged Up You are my drug of choice, an opiate, I am enslaved. With you I whirl, dance and spin On this pavement of life.   You are all colours – orange, reds, blue hues, Golden yellow, sparkling … Continue reading →

NEXT JULY                                                                                                                                                      by Sally Barnes   Yabba, yabba, burble, burble.  I try to focus on the speaker, thin, balding, leaning over me like the tower of Pisa, with elbows.  He could be speaking Russian. Perhaps he is. We are in … Continue reading →