Empire of Whimsy

 Counting down the days and ways that I have missed you. The moments that we haven't shared. The times I know that I was scared but to o...

 The swoop of this pendulum gives me vertigo. Up I go! And down. And how far down depends on things entirely outwith my control. Slower in t...

It's nice to be down with you Southside folk.   Got my passport stamped by some Culture Vannnin bloke. He gave me ...

My dear fellow jugglers  in the Cirque du Suburbia, you may think your home impervious to encroaching adult themes. But “Nature always f...

The time it slips, it slips away. Handfuls of sand through fingers greying and shrinking inside their skins, knuckles gnarled and buckle...

My body is my body. I’m not bothered what you think of it. It’s carried me through all these years no matter what I’ve thrown at it....

Once upon a rum soaked night The boy with scars external Met the girl with scars internal. Her asbestos heart was set alight. The scars...

Every day I read the news with growing trepidation. It’s regression on a massive scale. The end of civilisation. We’re not pun...

A handful of sugar. A penny of salt. A pinch for your thoughts, your light and your faults. A tight squeeze. A light squeeze. Freshly ...

You tongue your way to my pleasure. Fist claws cotton. Breath escapes. The film plays on - Unwatched. Sunlight plays on your spin...

I blow chains of momentary beauty But they cannot capture the moments with you. Watching the world hurry past I saunter through thoughts...

Long sleeves. Long legs. These lines are too telling. I wish I could explain how this pain helps that pain. But language is limited.

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...

Once there were three: The magic number- 3 witches; 3 wishes; 3 wise men. Maiden runs away; goes to see a crone. The witch of the East ...

He says I'm not the me I was, That I have changed irreparably. He says we argue all the time. Ironically, I disagree. He says he lo...

Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...

Daily I hunch as a pensive Paolo Upon the stool of derailed dreams. Bathing in burning garlic fumes and the stench of chip fat long sinc...

Choose existence. Choose to talk to your firiends. Choose to get the fuck on with it, even if it means you'll have bad dreams. Choose to...

The signs above my head read thusly: It is 18 degrees C. It is 4:42 AM It is prohibited to smoke. I must wear a seat-belt. To my right,...