Nine o’clock at night he comes to the door. Nine o’clock at night. Nine o’clock, I ask you. I tell you, he did. To the door. At nine. What sort of time? What sort of hour? What sort of time and hour do you call this? He knocks. I answer. We stand staring at each […]
• Original photograph by that Diamond Geezer fellow.
• Original photograph by the eminently voteworthy Diamond Geezer.
• Original photograph by the Bloggie-nominated Diamond Geezer.
• Original photograph by Diamond Geezer.
• Original photograph by Diamond Geezer.
I went looking for the cracked, faded and distant voice that I knew lurked somewhere in the jagged landscape, hidden unheard between distorted peaks and hushed valleys. I held the sleek, electronic seashell to my ear, and behind the tempestuous waves I could hear the faint promise of a silent sea of sound, stretching as […]