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
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
Blocky and structured, bold strokes: is a painted profile pic your only hope? Solid and sturdy – that’s one hell’uva trim – hairless, he pivots around his chin. Oh, such muscles, so strong! A ferociously fixed stare, biceps that pop – no doubt that you’re hot. Attempted wit – mock reviews and poor banter. … More Tinder Files: Beardy Man
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
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
The October night bites. The darkness is set to swallow me whole – and I don’t resist. Bundled up beneath my impossibly thick winter scarf, the shadows offer sanctuary as I slope away from strip lighting and square screens. It’s been a long day, but I’m satisfied. My feet take me towards Farringdon train station, and … More London Moments: O, Valiant Knight of Bethnal Green!