Empire of Whimsy

 Hard to explain how much I hate the word humble Insidiously supplanting sincerity and stumble- Spoken into each gobful of gratitude as toke...

Surrounded by vices as strange as sliced toast Interacting with many half-living, half-ghost. Some glowing brightly, some dulled by life...

This I drew this for my mother-in-law on the occasion of my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary. It is an image of her on her wedding...

Come and meet some friends of mine, we'll go to where they stay with toasting glasses held aloft and witty repartee. I'm sure w...

I steamed and spun one London night, As trains did long ago. Euphoria; experimental; Honesty and woe. My facial vines of eyeliner mysti...