Posted on October 13, 2011 1 Comment
Just a quick catch up. I don’t know about you, but I’m not finding the news too inspiring at the moment. The goings-on at the Ministry of Defence which have put Dr Liam Fox in the metaphorical dock are at once laughable, bad, and not at all shocking. Overseas, theĀ battle for Sirte (Col Gaddafi’s hometown […]
Posted on October 7, 2011 1 Comment
Untitled Push off with a strong stroke, One, two, one, loss of rhythm Loss of me, Bluff, I’m fine, this is my art Here with my wet skin, I carve, Inside I’m cold, cold, The numbness like a flash Inside, I dance Untitled I throw a pebble into the lake And the ripples show me […]
Posted on August 8, 2011 1 Comment
Dust circles, heavy, In the light from the dirty, Unshuttered window pane The web hangs, fragile, Glistening in the dingy, stale air, That smells of hazy memories Its whiteness, so fine, so fine, Ever swaying in the draft, From the always closed door To reach up and break it, Comes into my mind To sweep […]
Posted on May 10, 2011 Leave a Comment
Home I wished I had some curtains, just so I could tear myself away from my view of this new, dazzling, alien city. I wished I had brought a frayed cushion for the sofa that seemed too big, or a dirty lampshade to dim my bare bulb. My feet echoed on the cheap wooden floor, […]