CHRISTMAS DAY IN LOS ANGELES: A POEM
Christmas Day in Los Angeles is a poem from my second book Good News for the Bad News Blues.
Christmas Day in Los Angeles is a poem from my second book Good News for the Bad News Blues.
This past year I've missed sitting in cold train stations and bustling airports, I've missed sitting quietly in the midst of crowds of people, I've missed talking to strangers and sharing stories with friends.
Perhaps we have a shared reality but as much as we share it our own reality seems as unique and individual as a snowflake.
Maybe I’m naïve, perhaps I’ve got my head in the clouds, but life to me seems simpler than we make it.
Have you ever been caught in a barroom conversation that leaves you scratching your head?
Nicotine Stained is an unreleased and exclusive poem from The Rambling Pirate.
Sometimes running is easier than walking especially when you’re trying to leave something behind.
I've been writing things down for as long as I can remember. If you gave me an Etch A Sketch I'd try and make words.
I was born in Middlesbrough, an industrial town in the North of England in 1989. I didn't grow up in Portland, Oregon so I didn't learn of Elliott Smith through Heatmiser.
The only thing I love more than a good dive bar is a shitty diner.