Jul31

Over the hill there’s hope of a statue not made of stone, but of water. Today, it’ll flow up, a fountain, but tomorrow, it might be rain. And it will shape itself, could be visionary, through changing colours and the painful blur. And, a mountain waterfall will feed it, clear and fresh from glaziers above….

Jul30

Quietly padding through the silent factories another speck of dust is magnetically attracted to its peers upon the shoulders of stagnant monsters, so unindustrious. The depths of resounding recall white noise fizzing in my ears, but my attention is attenuated towards the snap of a far away mouse halved under the released tension of a…

Jul29

Trouble. Trouble stretches open its cage, shaking off its chains, ready for its moniker. A strange beast that curls, as abstract as smoke, as nimble as a statue. Its hooked hands are ready to throttle then grip, turn you inside out, and wear you like a suit, and then, once it’s complete, discard your used…

Jul28

11 am, at Foster Hill Rd. My name is no longer my own. My name is directing people to the farthest room. My name is a pig in Latin. My name is forgettable … I seem to recall. My name is not a number. My name is 23 million results on Google. My name is…

Jul27

Apex Predator / Dominant Species I think I’d like to be a cat and curl up neatly on the mat be well fed and get quite fat have my owner clear up my shat or maybe I could be a dog lap up water from the bog avoid the human’s daily slog and not feel…