spirls

chynge

Walk in the neighborhood

Love me like the rock of ages

ai

Marked as Cain

0600

asemic poem

narrow lanes 1

narrow lanes 2

narrow lanes 3

narrow lanes 4

Painted in the arms

Choice

The nearest I get to singing

October Rantin

Where dreaming

Antitheses

fist

Still life

Velella

Toon Hoose Key

…paths and lines…

Barley nooks

Freedom - 3

Freedom - 2

Freedom - 1

Cloud gathering

Viz - 1

Viz - 2

Forest trees hing dour

Herd 4

Herd 3

Herd 2

Herd 1

Sad song in a supermarket

Heavy sea running

Eh, I…

Born of water - 3

Born of water - 2

Born of water - 1

in times to come

Heaven is broken

Heaven is broken:
Two shards of sky at our feet,
Not a gift from any god,
Just Mammon’s ire,
Parted like spectral light
Churned through a quartz prism.

Gloamin

A last keek o sun peints blue ahin the toon
an street-lichts hing like beads on roads
far the traffic breinges.

Artifices of Intelligence

” …Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,

'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!”

The Galaxy Song – John Du Prez / Eric Idle

It’s not the algorithm
that eats out our soul;
it’s not the robot
in whose extensible
arms we take comfort.

tick

tock

Tick Tock

tick… tock…

aftershock
the geological clock
is a binful of decaying atoms no-one pays heed to all that rock
and rubble all that oceanic telling precisely all we have to do
with a time bomb wired and primed bound and strapped to the world

Sea must follow

As the world was ending

As the world was ending, we went to war…