The World on a scale

As I stand on the edge of the world, a speck on a grander scale, I see my heavy footprints in the dirt but the scale feels no weight. As I stand on the edge of the world, the view below is a ripple in time, yet I see no change.  As I stand on…

Best in show

Put on the costume and the character is created. An illusion of strength buttoned up in a uniform of black. Watch as the scripted lie burns away the ink, and sincerity sings for an audience who cannot hear its intention. The performer is a master of their craft but the scene will unravel the thread until all…

Awake

Watch as sleepy eyes flutter between dreams and reality.   Watch as harsh melodies full of sticky intent tangles themselves on delight.  Watch as worlds struggle to escape gravities pull towards a collision they cannot prevent.  Watch as pain lines the skin clinging to bone.  Watch as the fantasy grows dark and life takes hold.  Now watch as the real adventure…

Close Up Shop

A smile hangs across her skin,  an expression that is mimicked. Light beams from her eyes, a reflection that is blinding. Within darkness lurks an invisible force waiting impatiently for its delivery.   With eager hand’s, it tightens on the reins. The rope bleeds poison, all strength is lost. It seeps through every vein overwhelming the soul, all will is lost.  What is…

Take flight

I try to hold my ground but they fight my will. A secret flutter inside the cage, the evidence of weakness. All it takes is a swift charge towards life’s opportunities. Scared of the release but the lock is broken and the swarm is free. Wings soar around the living , following the footsteps of those still trapped inside.…

Spinning Round The Golden Circle: Iceland Part Two

 Life encased inside the womb, the origin and the educator. A deafening push of a fruitless tree. An effort silenced by the weight of evolution and ignored by the young who step off the path of realisation.  A fairy tale created to scare with wooden lies.   But the lie recedes and melts with time.…

A Letter Forged Out Of Human Experiences: Florence Italy

A tiny speck travelling along a rough surface. Unaware, no… happily oblivious of the Universe that reaches out to uncharted isolation.  Many eyes ignore the signs, too distracted by an instinctual function. Seeking passage through its predecessor, an endless ignorance of subtle alterations. Blind by choice or blind by design. They possess a discipline and we bear the burden…

Rome Under Construction

Blood travels hot towards its intent. An awakening ensues to the beat of another. Reaching out with a singular note, Their call is deafening but with a frequency known only to one,  A private state disguised by the truth behind the expression. The stone that has protected its inhabitants still stand tall but there are structures that have succumbed…

The bronze poets of Zagreb

Cloaked in skin, struggling to escape the decay crawling towards hopes remains. light its only salvation, One touch, or forever forgotten inside a glass of lost passages. The sun travels slowly over our heads, a spinning ball, on a colossal journey. Three woman walk hunchbacked dragged down by weight of their burdens. In the distance, a sign reads Hostel 54. More than Six hours previously spent aboard…