Greville and the Tombstones

My attempt at writing in britpop. This is... Inertia Pareidolia : Sitting at a window.  Rewinding and forwarding the view.  ...

Botanica no.23 by Gail Potocki. I adore this painting.

This is... the pre-history of the post-apocalypse Saturday, twenty-first century. Let's paint the floorboards red. Wit...

I wrote this very quick today. I lay down yesterday to calm the calamites and sundries. I remembered someone saying they go to their happ...

This is... Six Feet Apart Disconnected and senseless Me in my spacecraft You in your spacecraft Only six feet of space betwe...

This started off a happy little thing about the joy of birdsong. However (and there always seems to be an "however" with ...

If Greville and the Tombstones had an EP of rarities and B-sides, it might well be called Laying These Here to Rest. But, of course, the...

If they inputted all my works into a great computer and they looked at the image the algorithm outputted onto the screen, this is what the i...

This took me the longest time to write. I wrote a whole other piece just to pick this one out from the dust it left. This is... A sh...

This is.... The Red Drenched Hill Lit by low-slung sun,  This is the red drenched hill,  I am going to die on.  Like ...