Friday, January 29, 2010


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Post-It Poem: Waiting

(*) click on the image to see a larger version. Alternatively, you can download it and zoom into the details

Of course, this piece can be read in any order you like, although there is a general narrative idea to it. The last slip is silver in colour but well what can I say, it just looks better live than as a photograph

Post-it Poems: Siempre

These are part of an exercise I'm doing for a writing workshop at college.

They're visual poems that can be installed anywhere, on any surface.

This is a small one that came out of today's feedback session. The larger, original one that started my new preoccupation will be posted tomorrow

Monday, January 25, 2010

Stamp Colour Gold

I wish the computer screen could show the gold wash on these...

Monday, January 18, 2010

Thought - I

it's so foggy
that the tower where you sit
has only just emerged
for the day

but the day is

half past noon and a morning
cloudied by half dreams
and old mists
and lost sleep
caught between weeks
and words
in the sun

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

One Afternoon. July, 2006

A digital flourish,
clickety click beep and
tapping grids in two-by-two frames
stretched by fourteen hours of strain at a desk in a loft,
sandwiched between a wall, another desk
and bricks
and sky
and falling drops of afternoon rain
haunted by a stranger's eyes,
an apology
and a winding column of humanity making its way into every direction
except for the one I'm headed in:
alone under an umbrella
in search of the perfect fountain pen
to write love letters with
on yellow paper
in green ink
on a grey day

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Dark Implosion

Sometimes I feel as if I'll implode into you -

into all the dates and names and songs,
rhymes, places and spaces you talk of all the time
because at some point, I've been there before:
inside the same cryptic words and texts
you hint, mention and throw into
the volley of ideas that I launch around myself:
thoughts like a suit of tentacles
that reach out into the darkness
of unknown possibilities
and odd prodigous events

From a book I received many years ago:

"You are searching the world for treasure
but the real treasure is yourself.
If you are tempted by bread
you will only find bread.
What you seek for
you become."

- Jalal-ud-din Rumi
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