Posts tagged ‘works’
Fresh Lobster omelet, mace, red peppercorns and garlic chives at Crowdy Head, August 1958, 5.40 pm.
A young prostitute blazes away on her wet nighttime corner, igniting the pale blur of a face in every car that rubbers by in the winter rain.
A perfect young man slides into a spare seat and connects his laptop and iphone and ipod and earphones - his girlfriend is looking at her palm, there must be a phone in there somewhere - they do not speak. Every now and then he tosses back his long hair and rakes his fingers through the curls, he has a stain on the back of his shirt.