Soldiers (and not only you) they may lie before you die they may lie again when your speechless body is in earth's pouch the close, dark hug of it... your life given for a cause... not yours. Lies are the wounds in all our histories suppurating as tiny texts in little known museums or finding … Continue reading Truth
The beginning: white paper - a rectangle of everywhere light, a thumbnail of summer’s bleached sky. After careful work scattered graphite shadows amorphous as breath on cold windows annotate the page. These jumbled greys cooperate / frame the paper’s light until from a catalogue of darknesses emerges a fluffy white dog
It’s Friday evening and the masculine sky is built thick with steroidal clouds muscling out the tops of awed sky-scrapers. Contrasting snow like cherry blossoms chases the piquant wind while umbrellas like bent and splendid crepes admit colour in splashes as commuters battle through the park. Two girls, gripping insecure scarves attempt to exhume a … Continue reading Scene Sprung from a List of Words
If we were all blind perhaps the elastic axle of our ear drums would free wheel without caprice. We would sit in gorgeous harmony so many isms vanished with appearance - our sensual palate veered arc-wise. Free of colour prejudice we would detect the tingle of a rainbow in our fingertips, or the smell of … Continue reading A Sight Swiped World
My daughter said, "If cars were alive, would they have to be immune to wind burn?" It really set me thinking: how life encompasses the ability to evolve, to develop immunity, to adapt to change. Rocks - our elemental calendar - set the chapters passively laid down as Earth's memoir each containing sketches, skeletal characters … Continue reading Life
Out of the Cave 