Both sides of me – glass. Across the street – glass. A township’s reflection in silicate. I watch a car, I see it three times pass. Gleditsia – a sunburst in triplicate. Waitress serves coffee, […]

Both sides of me – glass. Across the street – glass. A township’s reflection in silicate. I watch a car, I see it three times pass. Gleditsia – a sunburst in triplicate. Waitress serves coffee, […]
The scenery at large is much the same. Division of the canvas is at scale. My chair’s vista, its aspect, holds its frame. Too much of the same; how soon the fresh goes stale. And […]
So it was Jack who took the photograph. So it was him behind the camera. Twas Jack who developed the contoured map. Twas him who squared the circles of Canberra. It’s through Jack’s lens our […]
An elliptical stance; a solstice night; remnants of Autumn; blanket of leaves; haiku syllables; captured sound and sight; severe frost; white footsteps; icicled eaves. Snippets, half-formed, in the absence of heat; cold-fusion; liquid air; saturated; […]
Things, nameless remnants, objects in a drawer; trinkets that tumble out of time and place. Garage gadgets, artefacts of war; unidentified objects, out of space, out of reason, out of function and fit: oddities, obscurities, […]
To all things my interest cannot attend. I am responsive to movement, colours and the scent of life; all things so contend for my attention; distinct of others. One thing for the moment will steal […]