Trees

Psychosis, Trees, Women / /

Through the leaves of the London Plane above me I can see the sky in irregular shapes. They were blue but now a cloud has come over Now the leaves are whispering in a fierce July wind. ‘Ha ha ha,’ they are saying. ‘Robert raped Sophie.’ Nobody tells me anything. It’s all lies. Maybe I’m […]

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

Trees / /

In the park. White women still ignoring me and waking me up to let me know it. Trees standing tall as statues, and as quiet. What are they waiting for?

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

Comics, Poems, Trees, Work In Progress / /

I wrote a poem yesterday: MAKING WOODwrap of grassTwo days worthCough When I smoke I find myself drawing pictures of trees. I spent a week last year exclusively drawing bamboo. There’s something savage about grass – the savagery of plants. Cough and I feel better. Growing new wood in my arms chest and legs. New