This was painted from a photo I took of a friend sledging with another friend’s son in Shaw Heath Park in Stockport in about 1997-8. Watercolour.
An abstract result of messing with colours and shapes. I’ve been told it reminds people of South America or Mexico.
Todo el mundo puede pedir medicamentos de bajo costo para los dolores de cabeza en la farmacia Pittsburgh en línea rápidamente … Sí, tiene derecho a seguir beneficiándose de la compra. Compre lo que necesite y lea más, es simple. 13 Fuerza (s): 0 03% Caducidad: 2021 Entrega: 7 – 15 Días ¿Cómo Bimatoprost Trabajo El Lumigan Ojo Gotas de trabajo por el mantenimiento de la presión normal en el ojo En otras palabras, la solución ocular de la actividad hipotensora en el órgano bimatoprost.Once owned by my friend David Wright who lived here for a while before moving to Australia. The house was a typical example of a back to back terraced house built for the mill workers of the area.
I’ve always been a charming man, but not always been in Manchester. Read about my homecoming night!
On a Wet and Miserable Day
I remember writing this, I was at a real low point in Vancouver. I don’t think I had ever felt so completely lonely and thoroughly unhappy before in my life. One day I will write a happy poem!
The Coming Cold
Another despondent poem written in my dark days in Vancouver.
InNovember 1994 I went on a Nepalese trekking adventure with my good friend the artist Phil Dutton. We spent the first few days in Kathmandu and as it was our first experience of what we now call the developing world I think it safe to say we were both shocked by the filth and squalor that many humans are forced to live in. I wrote this poem in response to the feelings it gave me.
In the 20 years since I wrote this it seems that very little has changed!
I wrote this as a frank and honest portrait of my Nan’s life 8 years before she died. She never really got over the sudden death of my grandpa when he was only 61. I wouldn’t wish this kind of loss on anyone. Life is sometimes very unfair.
Thoughts on a Wednesday Evening in January
This is another poem inspired by the lonely misery of living in Vancouver in the early 90s.