Monday, January 09, 2017

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Friday, August 21, 2015

View from the Treetops ~ 21 Aug 15

And I think to myself...

Cuntchester ~ Pisces Iscariot

...what a wonderful world.


Kick out the Jams

This is either a tiny contribution to the anti-capitalist ethos or evidence of a frugal protestant state of mind (Perhaps there is little difference).
I don’t remember them when they were new, don’t remember buying then, it’s quite possible they were a gift from M - she does that sort of thing.
Somewhere along the line they became functional, used not as a fashion statement (if that’s what they ever were) but as working-around-the-house shoes.
Sometime later their duties came to include summer cycling, and they never complained about the added burden.
If I’m not mistaken, while continuing to perform their working-around-the-house duties, they have survived three summers of cycling pleasure.
Some days ago I came to realise that wearing them was only a small step from going barefoot so today I got me some new ones.
Farewell old friends, you’ve lived a good life.


Leftfield ~ Little Fish

Friday, July 31, 2015

Between Action and Deed There are No Words

Creature Fear ~ Korinne Bisig

And with pearl fingertips that shiver just so, unpicks the myriad buttons on the brocade front of the night’s yellow dress.
Into your arms: a question that cannot be asked in the wanting vacuum.
And your breath beneath, bated, barely contained within the cage of your breast, cannot sustain this lucid moment, cannot but anticipate the aftermath and the intimate removal of fabricated barriers, man-made and then unmade, a future undone.
Into your womb: an answer that cannot be mouthed in the liquid drowning.
And this is who you are, beneath all the words, beneath the layers of paint applied before the mind’s mirror, beneath the thin skin of superimposed reality, between the folds of time that enclose you, behold you – never to be repeated in the cold light of day.