a little bit about me.

 

If I’m a man of many years with green island eyes and jealousy that found trouble in soft fair hair that has turned a light and became a mouse now  and as I grey aged like homemade wine. Apparently i break hearts at carded tables interrupt dreams on channel crossing ferry there’s a ruin in Reims I hope they know it was unintentional.

I became interested in writing in the long and short pastry hand of it .in my early teens that started at three. one of the things that held me back was my dyslexia and any access or understanding of word processing until I flew and viewed a avenue. 

like many unpublished authors i have turned to the internet  for self publication on samedi Essex and homo erectus it means i can be the writer, editor & republish drinking recipes and now i can appease the control alt delete freak in me and have a emotional release whilst visiting barbershops quarterly. I hope to use these pages to showcase my terrible use of the English language metric imperial lyrics, short stories and music.

Everything you read here is taken from my hand written journals & songbook scribbles as a phoney cartoon scribe  and then edited down for here. the work here is fiction and as a writer the research is always the most fascinating part of the make believe journey.

Some of these make believe worlds and dark photographic places but are merely descriptive pieces woven around existence.

I have  always been my biggest critic. But feel to critique away with sticky notes red highlight pens or on you computer screen whilst reading.add another page.

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