Written after a late afternoon journey on the London Overground. With low sun. And this image in my mind.
What was it Picasso and Einstein used to say about seeing the world like a child?
Time for the nylon mac, Mavis?
My self-portrait in poetry
Written shortly at after the DVD release (at last!) of THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN. Oh, and a few other experiences as well.. But you...
