Stealing from ghosts
I stole a little black cape with sequins on the shoulders that I remember wearing when I went with my mum to the fishmongers on the fish quay, no occasion too small to dress up.
A black satin blouse that was a bit tight but all the better for it.
The sin eaters
Doorways were a feature of this space. Caught in a corridor, I stood before the one for the studio and glanced at another; the guest room. Who are the guests of the artist when he is away from home; living in this flat away for the anchor and the source? Away from the summer lawns, replacing them with something, someone, people that held him hostage for weeks
Hey Hey We were the Monkees and I was a Believer
I became her foot soldier. She taught me the facts of life on the way to school. She got it a bit wrong but we muddled through and I let her take the credit.