Monthly Archives: February 2010

A ghost.

A ghost.

"Faces come out of the rain.... no one remembers your name..." - The Doors In the city, I feel like a ghost: I drift from block to ...

 

Lovin’.

Lovin’.

"It starts in my belly, then up to my heart..." - Goldfrapp A walk in the park clears the mind. Photo: Botanical Gardens, Melbourne.

 

The wall.

The wall.

"But then the dove of hope began its downward slope... but as it came down near, so did a weary tear - I thought it ...

 

No poetry.

No poetry.

"...as I walk these streets and the ghost of your memory is the thistle in the kiss..." - Tom Waits I have no poetry of my own ...

 

Longing.

Longing.

"Au contraire to what they do, longs I for you..." - Trinity Roots At sundown I look across chipped glass sea at my old friend in the ...

 

Closed/Open.

Closed/Open.

"And the sky is grey." - The Mamas and the Papas (I'd be safe and warm... if I was in LA.)

 

Rainbow.

Rainbow.

Music - Lalo Schifrin (Bullit's an awesome movie, too) I took a trip back into my childhood and realised how much TV I must have watched ...