This distance
This distance: Filled with all we called needed and ended with nothing we wanted
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The sheet slips from the bed
Photography for me is an entry. An entry into creativity. In many ways it is an easy one. It is hard to avoid what we see and to reproduce it
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
Confusion photographs cause
Someone stopped believing me or was it I stopped? I cannot recall. The confusion photographs cause to my memory continues. Yesterday, standing at the sink looking out the window at
Forgeternity
– Is it easier to forget or to remember? I said – Is it easier to forget or to remember? He said. Why are you asking? – To forget seems
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
Days had a darkness
Days had a darkness. Sun stayed set from the day just passed or it could be days passed. I could not recall the last time I spoke. I heard people
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
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,