April Lee Fields

Beneath the dark of the night, my neighbours and I casually gathered together in clusters upon the damp of Burgundy Street, sprawled out upo

We stroll along the river side by side Full of nods and silences Still-frames Fragmented between slender fingertips

When my bassist, Twiggman, and I left our base in Florida one month prior, we had left our sleepy little town behind with a vague-yet solid

Through the thick of the afternoon smoke I choke The air; heavy with dark charcoal, simmering Premature fireworks, rising As the sun doth

The month of June is celebrated, in all of its colourful glory, as the month of Gay Pride. On June 28th, 1969, the NYPD raided the Stonewall

It has always seemed a little strange to me to live in such close proximity to ones neighbours but, for the most part, never particularly ta

Awakening to my new life in New Orleans, I pried my collective conscious away from the sandy grasp of sleep, looked about my new cosy little