Incisive scrutin eyes, granted power to see ‘what’ this parliman ‘is’ and ‘who’ she should ‘be’ have come to tear, walking or screaming, her multimeality from its rotting, sedentary, broken but own bone to some safe, secure, sterile, psychiatric home where true voices are silenced and democracies overthrown. Oh voice of the voiceless! Ear of […]Read Post ›
I recently made a beautiful friend in Malawi and wrote a poem about her. She lived in the garden where I was staying. I visited her every day to try and capture all the different facets of her beauty on camera. Her name is Nephila Inaurata. She is a Golden Silk Orb Weaver, so called […]Read Post ›
The crescent moon of a magpie’s breast Half turned to bounce the dazzling rays Of rising sun against your face. It brands your eyes – a winged eclipse With a turquoise gem – Then flies away. Illustration by Lori Love
The mountain drank its fill and burst. The wire unleashed its curls and jumped. The winter cracked with rainbow spurts. Potentials gathered. Spring sprang sprung!
bit stuck with this one – suggestions welcome! :p
Picture a palette, a lattice of paintblocks like puddles collecting the drops of a rainbow. Each one unique as the prime of a snowflake’s descent and discrete as a tightly held secret. They ripple with boredom and lust for their contrasting company, whether to plunder for pigments, spread word of their own or else simply […]Read Post ›
We don’t grow up. We thicken. Years surround us like the rings of trees to sing the stories of our youth composed of times both rough and smooth but either way, a sturdy shield of streetwise tricks and skills to wield against the many threats that loom outwith the safety of the womb. The […]Read Post ›
(updated with explanation) x dominoes in single file but if one sways one tiny bit then one by one they all will fall and on the next one’s back they’ll sit as bricks in a misshapen wall. To punish them for being obtuse a crane lets loose its wrecking ball projecting in to smash and […]Read Post ›
Oozing through the kitchen’s veins. Salty, sweet. In shoogled glass or skooshy plastic. Centrepiece of every table. Meals rotate like planets round your chemically stable essence. Vying for the nightly chance to bask amidst your smothered kiss. From bolognaise to fish and chips. Your touch unlocks their finer tastes and grants all entry to my […]Read Post ›
