When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion
When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion
Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
A picture, Exploding into view On an eye, That never blinks A colour Next to deepest grey A promise That… Read more Brain death
Echoes in darkness Words in place Electrical arcs That illuminate oblivion Echoes in darkness Create creeping creatures And wriggling fiends… Read more Echoes
I never thought that at the age of 35 I would be a part of the counter culture, but I… Read more The reluctant rise of new counter culture