Oh, it’s a subterranean mash up, all right. It’s a place of mordor and torpor that bleeds up, down also, its a realm without borders unless you count the mountains, of course you have to count the mountains they definitely hem; they try you, test you, trap you, or not you, probably not you, but […]Read more "U R HOT"
Still waiting for the blind date to turn up, not sure where she’s coming from but I get the impression it’s far away. This airport hotel isn’t my idea of a great opener. Don’t know what she is thinking, I guess its too late now, give it a go. Who would think this is a […]Read more "Dad’s lazy eye lost memory"
Here is my business card. It shows a photograph taken by Herbert Ponting during Robert Falcon Scott’s Antarctic expedition of 1910-13. People, whom I give this card to, often remark on the striking image. It shows a cave, fringed with icicles, looking out to a frozen sea beyond. They often assume I took the photograph […]Read more "Inside outsides"
Yellow steps in old pine, part of a wooden staircase once collapsed now revived. Collapse, revive, breathe in, and out. Repeat. Stairs are very high, ideas are very strange. I remember hanging over the banister and scraping off the paint. With nails first, until a vicious fleck like a tack jabbed itself under the soft […]Read more "Yellow Steps"