moving |
In an alternate dimension I could do a little more - but right now - in this one - I'm running for the door - I'm looking for an out. I know what all the commotion is about and yet somewhere on a deep...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 22:06:00 GMT |
substance and accident |
Daily life is a kaleidoscope of incidents and accidents out of the blue, a shattered mirror. Can you see any clearer? In this war of images you disappear into memory. This vision unfolds and appears t...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 22:27:00 GMT |
Dress sense |
In the black morning after slumber, I jump out of bed and wonder what’s in store today? The blizzard that was dawn blew all day pushing all my desires into another zone. I’m so...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 23:04:00 GMT |
a touch to much |
The probability of stability is rare. I find myself with a vacant stare preparing to wear the cost of trivial pursuit in my luxury leisure suit. Words don’t travel far enough these days thei...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
city setting |
There is a blaze, an inferno, down the end of the street competing for sweet attention from the clouds that keep behind me. The steeples scaffolding stands erect; a step to the sky. A bus rolls...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 16:18:00 GMT |
GRaffiti Research Lab |
Ok you should check this out - this is the project that I have been working on for the past week - the Graffiti Research Lab - with Evan and James from New York City. They came to sleepy little 'ol Ad...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:49:00 GMT |
miss direction |
I will dance a celebration of the soul advancing. I've been fancying a change of direction - contemplating a resurrection of spirit. Ah - really I think it's a farce - and realistically I've been drag...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:13:00 GMT |
invested interest |
With things only partly visible to the eye, it is hard to deny the undulation that exists beneath. A surface may only hint to suggest a belief system (in which we invest). At best it is a test of stre...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:49:00 GMT |
Over and Out |
The end has finally surfaced. In ending there is a finality of purpose. No longer to dwell in infinity of possibilities, the end will define a conclusion. The conclusion is this there is a station o...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
memories |
I imagine
Your lips
Gracing an
Orange cup.
A warm sip
(on a cold day) from a mug.
How I brewed
The potion
Of your mornings
A ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 21:05:00 GMT |
