I am nothing but myself without you. You are the key to every lock I own. To say you are my everything is true. Without you I am never more alone. You are my Spring, […]

I am nothing but myself without you. You are the key to every lock I own. To say you are my everything is true. Without you I am never more alone. You are my Spring, […]
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, […]
The manufactory, factorium; the industrial site of production. Home of the functional consortium; built environments under construction. Masters of repetition: like-for-like; duplicated sameness, line after line. Fabricated forms; strike upon strike; Engine-uity powered by design. […]
Ornamentalism: an assortment of collectables, domesticated bric-a-brac, imports from the orient; samplings of stuff, made sophisticated: the leather-bound folio, paper-backed penguins, specimens in formaldehyde. The trinket, the hand-crafted artefact; exotic and familiar, side-by-side. Foreign objects, […]
Nothing more than a glimpse of slivered light; delivered right of stage, left of centre. Just a hint, a glint, of something bright; so she came, just as light had sent her. She was not […]
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 […]