This is also one of my earliest song memories. I was four and we (my mom, my dad, and my aunt Vinni) were driving along the motorway to the airport for my first holiday abroad, to Salou and Barcelona.I remember hearing this song in my head throughout the trip; my memories of it are beautifully… Continue reading Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.
1.56pm. Saturday, the first full day of May's primary bank holiday weekend; I am dreaming of strawberry ice-cream, ruby-studded, demure spoonfuls pooling into pink As my hand warms up stainless steel, blood-heat radiating from neck to head. The European heatwave has everything coloured-in: Coal wisps rise and waft from some neighbouring barbeque Swirl through the… Continue reading Saturday, the 5th of May, 2018.
06:25 The headboard is flushed celestial with gold; Strokes of molten Sun on the wall Wake up weary woodchip.
Clouds, fast-moving, catch golden Sun. They glimmer as vessels Carrying borderline light, Winter and Spring in conversation Ushered along by a spirited January breath.