New York

## Autobiography # Jack Dempsey’s NY 1980 Oh god. Oh Dear. A hangover in New York New York. Small recollections through hazes of alcohol pulsed pain. Shaking fingers fumbling for coffee and cigarette. In a dark wood cased cabin from sweat stinking bunk. A million other people who jerked through the same dance. Night before around the world. I stepped […]

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So I Hit Him

Biographical, Grandad came home from the Somme battered and broken, became a drunkard and bare knuckle champion of our town, he hit his sons and wife, his son hit me… it’s what I learned, I lived like that until I discovered literature and war. That may sound strange.. “war”? But war teaches lessons for living for some and bastardly for […]

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Blues for David.

  For my beautiful son who died of a rare cancer aged 18yrs, I wrote two very different songs, I played the guitar on the Blues and I sent my words written after/during a drinking session (Jamisons) to our (David and I) friend who returned “Crazy Diamond” the next morning. They reflect the contradictions of loss and raise questions about […]

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It’s Only Life

I spent 35 years wandering the globe at sea, sometimes serving my country in war, others just serving me. But I went to many spots like this in many different times and places in south and Latin America.   1983 Its only life. We walked from a black freighter with crossbones at its mast und achtzehn sagen mit funfzehn canonen. […]

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