VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder

On Morphine (after my lung collapsed) I saw all four Beatles in a green stuffed pepper one lunchtime, and Jesus  in my ward shower curtain. The words on the page of the book I was reading leaped and pirouetted like ants in a ballet. It was trippy, almost worth nearly dying for, but considering IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Andrew Darlington

The Black Venusian Scrotum-Worm Beyond the plague damned world… (1) He awakes. Something is knocking at the sky, trying to get in. She lies beside him. She hears nothing other than his breath, his heartbeat, the warm pulse of blood in his veins. He rises with a curious sense of unease. An endless golden day.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Andrew Darlington”