A series of corridors. Breathing hard, neither speaking. Their footsteps falling all around. The moon in the windows, repeating. The fire door. The way out. Great gulps of cold night air, both doubled over, looking all about themselves, sweating heartbeats. They were stood on a short, wooden jetty on the south side of the canal. … Continue reading Plate Moon.
January 21st 2007 (M25) The M25 is, as I have suspected for some time, more than just a motorway that encircles London and the surrounding suburbs: it is a dark magic that ensnares. It cannot be coincidence that once beyond its grasp the air becomes breathable; the sky, bigger; the scenery, vibrant - so vivid, … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 12
on monday i saw a shell on a beach - a beautiful shell on a delicate beach. except it wasn't a shell and it wasn't a beach. it was beautiful though, and delicate. i thought about that shell on tuesday.
"Bow low to the cello, French horn & bellows." Her songs barrel in the barroom beams. Her Samba unravels. She learned in the mirror from histories of Brazilian queens. collage & acrylic 8x6" nickreeves 01/04/20 .