“I Heard You Paint Houses”
Night So Long
The Guy on the Sofa
In February 2017 I had a photo exhibition at Rudolf Steiner House in London. I knew this venue because I … Continue reading The Guy on the Sofa
Inside The Pervert Mound
“She can smell shame inside of me… she can tell I’m a liar.” Continue reading Inside The Pervert Mound
Hunger
I could have done better that is certainly clear so many mistakes born out of fears unnecessary evasions spoilers and … Continue reading Hunger
Will We Talk?
Open
I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your … Continue reading Open
Nestling
Easily I reside in darkness nestling quietly in its warmth and sympathy but light always comes bursting in running amok … Continue reading Nestling
Sonnet XXV
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had … Continue reading Sonnet XXV
