This poem reminds me of a beautiful girl, a warm summer evening far away from England and the Absinthe we drank together.   Be Drunk by Baudeliere* One must be for ever drunken  that is the only thing that matters.  To avoid the burden of time weighing heavily on a mans shoulders  that bends his back … More Green Godesses

 Part of the predominantly attractive City of Freiburg is a grey brutal sprawl of concrete. A walkway & 70’s footbridge straddles a busy dual-carriageway, it goes by the name of Schlossbergsteg, one side has it’s feet in the town, the other rests its foundations at the base of a forest covered hill, Castle Mountain. I have … More The fabric of Stars