Germans
Where I come from waiting for the green man to appear before you decide to cross the road just does not happen. It is not uncommon to see mothers push
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I knew the phone would be passed to me. I knew this once she took the call. She showed me the caller ID as it rang and vibrated in her
Someday I will just drop off this world
When I was a child in school the teacher told us the world was not flat, that it was round. I had never thought of the world having shape. He
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
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 week of my personal favourites
I was asked to post some of my own favourite photographs on the blog and to give some background to each one. The first one I have chosen is from
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