CARCER CITY
“Had T. S. Eliot been born in the late 1980s I have no doubt that he would be standing on a dingy stage, clad in a Converse T-shirt roaring incomprehensibly about April being the cruellest month.” The Dreaded Press
In the morning I watch the 2012 Olympic torch being lit
by the sun (it only took a few seconds) while a group of Greek
actors strike classical poses and move slowly as isl...
Saturday 5th May 2018 6:47 pm
Recent Comments
TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
30 minutes ago
R A Porter on Sashaying to Byzantium
2 hours ago
Ray Miller on Dominoes
6 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Beneath the Armour: Reaching for True Strength
6 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Dominoes
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Early winter's day
7 hours ago
John Coopey on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
7 hours ago
John Marks on Early winter's day
7 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
8 hours ago
Rick Varden on Sweet Memories
8 hours ago