Do we discover purpose, or is that a given; that through life, we must fulfil? To what extent are we determined, at what point do we grip that moment still? Is life just another conversation, […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Category: design
Vagrant Wordsmith
A dispossessed poet has no address. Vagrant wordsmith finds himself lost for words. Sunday morning solitude. More or less a Waste Land. Quarters apportioned in thirds; fractional allotments… absurdities. Occupied tables, multiples of six, or […]
A Cold Veneer
Mid-Winter, where I live, is wet and cold. The place is bedraggled. A season spent of warmth. A blanket of tarnished gold leaves. Fallen reminders. Disappointment. An inclement pallet in shades of grey. Overcast sky, […]
Nine Squares
A window partitioned into nine squares. The top three frame the sky with loftiness. A summer-haze gives rise to grand affairs; a cathedral of blue with gold finesse. Three black umbrellas, from central casting, flank […]
An Empty Chair
The objectified ‘that’ – too anonymous to hold the interest of a poet’s eye. Too without likeness to ever be ‘this’. Too void of character to qualify. The unsatisfied ‘that’ – ever restless, desperate for […]
Loosely Applied
Concrete construction, designer’s despair: over-tended landscape, sharp and severe, too much exactness, preempted repair; nothing left to chance, exhausted idea. Made to resemble somewhere else but here: rectangled, circled, and ratio-ed square, hint of something […]
