Everyday Eclipses

'At the intersection of Bold Street and Hardman Street
he stopped. 'I'm at the crossroads, Rog,' he said.
''I can see that Bob,' I said. 'No, I mean my career,
I don't know which way to turn.' 'Seems clear to me, mate,
let's have a coffee and I'll put you straight.'

So over cappucino in the Picasso I laid it all out.
Dump the accoustic. Forget the folksy stuff and go electric.
Get yourself a band. I remember the look on his face.
Sort of relief. The tension in the trademark
hunched shoulders seemed to melt away.

extract from Bob Dylan and The Blue Angel in Everyday Eclipses

Childhood recalled, killer ducks, alien moths, untamed regrets, gilt insecurities, the daytime nightmares of parenthood, the lightning of chance, surrealism out on the town.

This collection of poems sparkles with the humour & deep-down joy we've come to expect. Truly, one for the road