Not A Goth

It’s been a long time since I looked in the mirror and asked the question ‘ Am I A Goth?’ Moreover being goth does not enter my thoughts until I hear the phrase ‘Not a Goth’ Then the black clothes, chains (real and metaphorical) leather gear etc come rushing into the centre left of my

When Windows 95 Rocked

This one’s for you, my friend.   I used to think that long hair was cool, that Alanis Morrisette was a tool And that Cummerbands were the height of goth fashion. And the world was turning ever so slowly after the Mac plus and Mac SE30 days I remember from my childhood spent spilling blood, unintentionally

Time

While time is marching happily forwards without interruption It is a different story inside my head, literally. I swim in an ever-changing state of being from the past to the present to the future. There is a lot of space where nothing really happens. It’s in these spaces when I write. I write best when

Cathartics

Not to be confused with Catholics On our TV we hear comedians gather in groups and say words about things that we think is nice for them to get a chance to air their lives in public. Cathartics. In the newspapers we hear stories about how a child survived cancer and worse and this is

Somewhere…

I am here but music takes me somewhere…I am here and music does nothing. This is just a short passage or two on music. I am here writing this and realising that both statements are wrong. I can’t speak for you but when I put on a tune I stay exactly where I am…physically in

The Toaster Handle Depressed

The handle of the toaster blue, not depressed with a satisfying click, rick, I swivelled around on my bare foot but in my doing so forgot totally red what I was doing next. I gazed around my multicoloured kitchen with eyes blue ready for whatever truth should befall me white. I was accused by violent looking