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Limerance 2025 Late half moon rising Climbs the horizon Dark in the early hours Like a cold ragged sun Cracked and fissured Through still bare trees Hangs like a lantern A light in another’s window A beacon of shared insomnia Slips slowly through a lattice of branches The movement of its own orbit Marking these sleepless hours As degrees on the ecliptic Until it slips away Into a blanket of cloud cover And a dull day shuffles in on rain

I think that in the title of this new poem I have invented a new collective noun. Gaunts House 2012 A Comfort of Aunties There will always be those White haired ladies, Angry in a lilac cardigan. They are the ones to watch, Bitter, twisted, politically astute. They are rebellion, protest, Resistance in your face. They are just stop oil, XR,

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Lost and alone, I relentlessly haunt my own back catalogue, visiting and re-visiting the failures of my past. This piece - The Global Underbelly of Mexican Culture - was first printed in the anno 2001 pamphlet Necrotourist. The Global Underbelly of Mexican Culture Coyacan suburb, on the edge of Mexico City, was about the most unMexican place I’d seen in Mexico.

Under renovation Sequoia Corridor Bella Basura 2012 Jean Dark

A Valentines day reposting, a short piece from my 2017 pamphlet - Clutches of Love. Image: thanks to el Senor Don Challissimo. Probably Inappropriately When you done your tantric kundalini kali-spell on me I was lost enveloped in psychic love-haze, I was drawn, rising, filling, swelling emotions that confused me and had in the past lead to casually fucking someone.

Here is a reprint of a piece I wrote, as Jean Dark, back in 2012. I am astonished by how the memory still makes me feel happy and fulfilled. Gaunt’s House Labyrinth In December 2012 I took this series of photographs of the stone-laid labyrinth at Gaunt’s House in Dorset. The Labyrinth at Gaunt’s House is a classic seven-circuit labyrinth in turf and brick, laid out in the private grounds of a Dorset Retreat Centre.

The photo on Leah’s post threw me. It really did, it bamboozled me and discombobulated and confused me. It was a vertical photo, almost certainly taken with a phone. A straight forward portrait orientation of a man, his head and shoulders in profile, he is unsmiling. It feels as if the man is posing, deliberately turning his face from the camera, purposely pretending he’s not being photographed.

Just back from chatting to friends abour the magickal spiral staircase at Finsbury Park

Another late night insomnia driven delve into the unpublished, and possibly unpublishable stories stacked in boxes under my bed. I now present the latest installment of my Slush Pile Bonanza. This piece was written in 2016, and although I performed it a few times, it never felt quite finished. Having said that, I notice it has a word count of 666 words, so at some point I must have worked pretty hard on it to achieve such a deliberate number .

Self-portrait 2017. photo by Bella Basura. It seemed never to be quiet, at that time. We were on the move for sure, from cafe to cafe to bar to hostal to cafe around and around, radios playing loud in every place. Noise and radios, chatter and clatter and noise and songs on the radio. For some reason we had gotten superstitious about Nirvana’s cover of “The Man Who Sold The World”.

The Eye of Alice the Leper First, they took the newly- identified Leper to the burial ground and laid them in an empty grave, a Priest performed a Requiem Mass and earth was thrown onto the Leper’s head. Then the whole Parish processed the Leper to her new home, where this Mass of Separation, spoken by a priest, was performed at the site of the leper's hut.

Silver Earring. The Great Frog, Carnaby Street 1982. Collected by Bella Basura. Regret

The Recall of Cthulhu

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don't dream it, be it