Oliver Durant like most of you has been orphaned by the trying times of the world; in his case it was the peasant uprising which left him all that remains of the royal line. He has spent most of the intertwining years in door jams and under neon signs. Surprisingly he's not soured by any of this, but still don't mention the scar. You don't want to know. He's happy you're here.
Inspiration:
W. Burroughs, Brian McTear, Miyazaki, Salinger
To contact Oliver Durant, please write to ollie@thepoetrybrothel.com
