Formation

It is the fire behind the screen that defines my form – like a shadow puppet gliding through the motions of a familiar play. My role changes as life’s stages shift – fallout, integrate, recreate – that’s when the puppet transcends its linear cut out. Briefly, swirling like mist from a dawn lit lake – … More Formation

Behold, the Cock

Fiery cloaks and crimson masks, they cluck, in and out – striding with claws at half-mast. It won’t be long, ‘til you find the one, he’ll be the first to crow: Cock-a-doodle-do! In and out, they mingle, heads rising above the flock, wings fluttering – No I am the cock! But until those first licks … More Behold, the Cock

The Meeting Room

A still life, of gleaming glasses – neatly squared notebooks and practical pencils – smooth table and immaculate cutlery. It’s dead but alive and I’m still… It’s the same but I’m different: It’s different, but it’s the same. Harsh breath, squeaky rubbing – give it a wipe next. Find the symmetry, set the table – … More The Meeting Room

To Capri

It skips, like a blip in time, bouncing upon the sea, The wind purrs and paws at your hair; Finally, your thoughts are running free. The golden haze on the rosy crests,  swell – and fall – Running away as though there’d never been a connect. A play-boy’s ghost ship, slicing through the Gulf of … More To Capri

Waves

The golden light seems to curve around her supple limbs as she dips her stomach and flexes her head back up to the fading sky. Waves gurgle in the distance, like gentle white noise against the haze of children’s chatter. Gulls call out as she pushes her back upwards, arched easily like a cat, with … More Waves