Screwed to the wall
When the doors shut and the clickety clack of the key turning in the lock stops and the only sound left is the tip-tap drip-drop of the unturned off tap,
Tag: love
All apped up
A selection of photographs taken with a wooden, flexible doll. Apped up in Snapseed. Hope you like them. Have a good week.
Faith-shaped hole in my consumer’s heart
Faith-shaped hole in my consumer’s heart I live on the tip-top of a hill. To leave the house is easy. I know it is all downhill. The sun introduces itself
But to shave, I refuse
I first began to dress in dresses when I first was forced to wear long pants. I liked my lower legs, the bulge of my knees, with its dimples either
The first step is taken every day
The first step is acknowledgement. These cracks I cannot fix myself. I don’t do D.I.Y. I do B.I.B.
179 words
+ When you left, when you left him, did you know it was forever? – When I met him, the first time, when he walked into the room, it was
Museum of Modern Art in Luxembourg
Been a while without posting anything on the blog. Have had a few ailments and mishaps in recent weeks preventing me from typing. A couple of weeks back I was
A decent man
I guess I can appear strange to onlookers when they see me taking photographs of blank walls or raindrops forming on car roofs. It is something I am aware of
The day’s eyes
Daisies. The day’s eyes opening. This little fella was growing out of a riverbank wall. Here are some other little daisies. They seem to appear a lot on my stream.
Hoods
I first met Fred on a cold, winter’s day in a second hand record store. I could not help but notice him, his inflated head bop-bopping along to the tune