exhibition at 72 cafe in todmorden

yes, it's here, a show, yes, it's finally mine, all mine, my own show belonging to me, not anybody else, definitely not anybody else, le mien. so why not gather your sticks, hop on some form of transport and beetle your way up to todmorden. it's just a short walk from the train station, opposite the park on the road from tod to burnley. the coffee's damn good too, there are lots of well-designed snacks, you can write poems and leave them in the visitor book, and the owners are great. it's up to you. images of the work up on the walls coming shortly. yours t

still no comments

well, it's been some time since last we spoke. a long time in which i've been mainly living tightly packed inside my skull, not really speaking, nobody really to speak to. life continues as if normally, but in truth i'm closing down, the shutters are descending, all bargains are final. i quite liked the frostwire images, nice and crisp and combining the three elements of wire, ice and night/lights. but since then, things have been quiet. i was on a roll, maybe, but have come up short once again. i am absent where once i was or where once was an i. and still no comments.