(This post is for Subscribers ONLY. It does not appear on Memoires.) Poems of The Underclass Free verse poetry from Shane Levene It'...

There are some things I want to say and some things I need to say. There are some things I'll never manage to say and others I'll n...

. C o me g at her ' ro und m y pr et ty pu nk s... Memoires of a Heroinhead has a new page! It is here and is essentially a s...

The first time I ever saw a needle I was five. It was being pulled out of my father’s arm by my mother as he lay slumped and motionless on t...

The light lost light and darkened. It felt like there was a great storm sitting overhead and I knew he was gone. I closed my eyes and listen...

“No twos, no threes, no lugs!” That's what we used to say when sparking up a cigarette and not wanting to share it. Thirteen years old a...

It's not a great time for great literature. Our libraries are potted out with dustbins for a good reason. But there are a few writers wh...

In far away places men were being killed. I watched it on the TV as I cooked up smack, fell asleep to journalists embedded in a war zone tha...

The appalling things I uploaded last week and had the good humour to call 'songs' are now here: Out of Time, tune and hope - The S...

“It's gonna be a good year.” I say that every year while laying in bed with a dead laptop making love to myself and dealers of cer...