Afro Beat

Watch him bounce alone on his dreary isle – nothing but the crescendo of flowing traffic for rhythm, defining his space. Those cocker spaniel eyes and that gleeful smile – his old lips stretched like a thin elastic band, hooked upon his overgrown ears. Childish knee bends and manic head wiggles, clasping his wheelie street-cleaner-bin … More Afro Beat

To Do:

  Start without stopping drag the pen over the page don’t rest until the mark is made – make your mark – scratch, scrawl, scribble so that itch is no more. Let the rhythm sink in – don’t dare look around – open the vibrations, dig your feet in the ground and let those shoulders … More To Do:

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