Month: October 2017

i’m not struggling; i’m juggling (or multitasking like a mofo)

The Pixies asked the question ‘Where is my mind?’ and I’d answer all over the place, not in a scatter brain kind of way but more in the lots of things are demanding my attention all at once. I’m juggling a number of projects – consulting for WH, the podcast, injecting new life into radio …

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On Damaged

Isolated by my own strangeness I try to bridge the unbridgeable gap between us You with your good looks and blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that beguile bewitch behead those with courage to look longer than a stare I think of something Prince would say: “Now move your big ass ‘round this way so i can …

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Double duties

It was a whirlwind of day down in Bedfordshire. I was at Jordan’s Mill, the home of Jordan’s Cereal. Unfortunately I didn’t see much of the mill. Instead I was in a room filled with 30 or so people from the UK and as far afield as African. I was there on official business operating …

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Horizon chasers

I finished reading the Michael Robbins book, The Second Sex, which was his second poetry collection following his Alien vs Predator debut collection back in 2012.  I was slightly disappointed with this volume.  I felt it lack the cohesion of Alien vs Predator.  If I happened upon this book without any indication as to which …

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