Homeless man sleeps foetal. In the square, in Mindelo. Under my window. Homeless dog sleeps foetal too. Dog wakes up, walks over, gives homeless man a valedictory lick. But man is deep in sleep. If only under this silhouetted mountain, on this beautiful island, there could be a home. For man and dog to share.... Continue Reading →
I notice the stuffy British couple on the flight from Sao Vicente to Sal. I make every effort to ensure our eyes do not meet. I remember his unpleasant excitement at gossip when overhearing the kindly Danish lady and I discuss my situation on Santo Antao: 'Did I hear you lost your passport?' Fortunately it... Continue Reading →
A madman stumbles around the white line of the barren road. His brain had dried up. His cup of alcohol is empty. Nothing happens fast. Space so vast the car though fast seems to pass as would a snail crossing a desert. Tar gives way to cobbles. Cobbles give way to dust.
In the hope that a poorly-composed poem is more effective at holding a corporation to account than a well-written complaint: National Express, It's been weeks, Since your staff lied, Late at Night. With no information, Anger builds at your station, And when I eventually shout, Security throw me out. I kip at a mate's, Get... Continue Reading →