Image by John Crozier Rush Hour 6pm crowds into the station // wasps to a nest // huddle of bodies // brunt-warm the smell // stressed rubber undertoned by grease // noise of rushing, crushing wind the black tunnel breathes rails hum and wheels screech // “please stand behind the yellow line” // the PA … Continue reading Visual Verse Anthology →

Monday not-really-Macro

"Thunder Eggs" from an extinct volcano west of Rockhampton, Queensland. We fossicked for them ourselves.

Monday Portrait

Even although Einstein has been living outside for around 6 weeks now and is fairly well integrated with the rest of the flock, he/she still comes to the window occasionally at dusk to see if we'll let him/her sleep inside again.

in the dream

in the dream my watch always gets water in it the blurred face like tears at breakfast and the dining table clatter of guilt until I wake breathing out the feeling