this nagging knowingness
a clippety clop it goes this nagging knowingness a drip-dropping aloneness a still-of-night remoteness a head-flopping heaviness this nagging knowingness a shrunken world below us a carved-out hollowness within us
Tag: love
This distance
This distance: Filled with all we called needed and ended with nothing we wanted
Undressed heads
Bokeh heads, bubble heads, belisha beacon heads, so many names have been given to the series of blurred photographs of people passing on the street with their heads transformed into spheres. I
Distances
Continuing to look through my flickr stream to select my favourites is resulting in a lot of nostalgia. Years of photographs posted to flickr means I am in the process of
Rebel, my little rebel
There is something about arrows I love. There is something about going against the tide I love. There is something about breaking rules I love. There is something about rebels
A limp thread with no needle
unstitched horizons the sea’s belly will not swell its yawns stay unheard
Foreverness
Foreverness that moment – you delight yourself with discovery – you delay the differences – sex up those similarities – kiss! that moment- aligned – magnetised – electrified with the
But it’s not nighttime, Daddy!
My little boy proving me wrong. Not for the first time, and without doubt it won’t be the last. As it should be, too.
Its breath I felt caress me
A breeze approached. Its breath I felt caress me. It had a song. A melody not unheard before. My hair aroused; it began to dance. I watched it
His eyes look like speech bubbles
You may think sharing a bed with an imaginary friend would be a great thing. Ya, at times it is, don’t me wrong, of course it is. Nights can be