Work Stories

All night long I roam these streets
Picking up drunks, sweethearts and freaks
Night after night I am in my car
Rushing to the hospital
Or sitting and waiting in front of some bar
Night after night I am in my car
Hauling around strangers can really ge . . .

In 2006 I left a well-paying job at the Institute of Directors to follow my heart.
I’d been coached for a long time and I finally reached the point when I didn’t belong there anymore.
A broad range of life experiences, including the transformation in . . .

Over the last 4 years, the unceasing terror and unhappiness over America's adoption of a despot has frozen my work. I begin my writing day, as I always have, by reading, then picking up the pen and notebook, I think and wait for magic. All that has b . . .

Got up at half past six
Swigged cup of tea and pushed down piece to toast with butter and marmalade
Ran down road for bus, just made it
Sat on bus soaking wet, it was raining, and I forgot my overcoat
Jumped off bus outside tube station
Ran in, slap . . .