Psychosis

Psychosis, Trees / /

God it’s so long since I last wrote this blog, at the height of the coronavirus. Then I couldn’t sit on a bench at all or even on the grass for five minutes. Bloody parkies would chase me away, or even – on a couple of occasions – the police. Since then I have made […]

Psychosis / /

Stoned again. My days are spent between my bed, my kitchen and the park. They have moved me on countless times, because sitting alone in the middle of a field constitutes a threat to the health of my fellow park-goers. I have reached a compromise. I will walk halfway (approx) round the park and then

Coronavirus, Psychosis / /

Hit a brick wall yesterday when I realised I hadn’t had a conversation for about a week. I used to be able to last three weeks, anything more and I imploded. But I know my limits better these days and I have a better support structure about me to stop me bottling up my emotions

Coronavirus, Fun, Psychosis / /

So I’ve taken a few minutes out of my busy day to sit on a bench in Highbury Fields. My glasses are pinching on the right hand side and there’s nothing going on, as usual. Nothing ever goes on. I’m so used to it I almost like it. It’s people speaking loudly, catching my attention

Fun, Photography, Psychosis, Trees / /

Another shitty day. The Devil robert and my brother driving me crazy on the radio. Radio London. The first time I have listened to it in years. Joy Love (I think that was her name) between 10 and 1. Very entertaining. Fear that I’m losing you. I’ll think of something interesting to say. Highbury Fields

1 Comment / Blogging, Coronavirus, Fun, Poems, Psychosis, Work In Progress / /

Is the title of my next book, to be published in the next few weeks, though who will buy it, with the shops closed and a tanking economy (people dying of course), I don’t know. I’ll try and shift it online though that’s more effort with metal (see below). More stories about prostitutes in the

Fun, Psychosis / /

Another shitty day. Woke up. Toast and jam and a cup of coffee. Vape. Lay around in bed most of the morning. Can’t remember what I was thinking about. Except at about half past ten I realized we’d succeeded in putting robert to sleep. Permanently. They’re looking for it what we did. I don’t know

Comics, Poems, Psychosis / /

Just added two more books to goodreads.com. ‘Bitter Seeds’ (1994) and ‘Psychosis Today’ (2008) both books of poems with pictures in the second one. Both written at times of crisis. Sometimes it seems the only time I write is at times of crisis, and that includes being in love. ‘Bitter Seeds was written when I