on Saturday, October 30, 2010

I was checking out the Followers list when I came across this fantastic blog.

on a dew-dripped afternoon

on Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Images by inarticulate, D.L. Grimshaw, garrett clumpage, elaine abberly.

the cabinet of youth

on Sunday, October 17, 2010

i don’t feel as though i laugh so much anymore.

have i lost my spark? i implored,
has it scuttled inside the glass cabinet of youth
where relics, faded photographs and
other when-i-was-your-age paraphernalia are stored?

i telephoned the locksmith
and he informed me that
the only way to unlock a glass cabinet of that sort
is to take off one’s shoes and socks,
run into the backyard, on a rainy day
and roll most wildly in the mud –

the key is in there somewhere
if you feel about for long enough.

(Image by wallposterstar.)

expired... part two

evil forest


Some more beautiful experiments with old Polaroid models and out-of-date film.

Images by abdukted1456.

heart of pearl

on Saturday, October 16, 2010


my heart is a small pearl
clenched in my sweaty clamfist.

i sometimes fear that it may slide
quietly, accidentally
between slippery finger-cracks
and roll across the floor, stopping still
at your feet - and on these occasions i
have to wonder whether you would
pick it up between thumb and forefinger
and examine it
against the light
finding it to be
exquisite, and decide to keep it
or whether you would kick it
beneath a table, and it lie forgotten
scarred by your shoescuff
for somebody more forgiving to find.

(Image by neon.tambourine)


on Monday, October 11, 2010

if I could seize my brain
wrench it right from my skull,

i’d slide open the filing drawers and
re-arrange the memories

the torn, and the bruised ones –
crumpled into the wastepaper bin.

then, sort the rest
(good times and best)
best at the front

then I would smile all of the time.

(Image by elaine abberly.)

circus performer

on Thursday, October 7, 2010

i once knew a circus performer;
he tucked my heart oh-so-cunningly
beneath a pretentious Superman cape
and disappeared into the night.

i felt the warmth sidle out the gaping tent flap
after him, and into the winter air –
but i didn’t even notice it was gone until
the sounds of cabaret and carousel
gave way to morning light.

he had dropped it into a nearby patch of scrub

don’t be fooled;
those circus performers are more careless than they seem.

(Image by elaine abberly.)

bright like neon love

on Tuesday, October 5, 2010



Midnight swim but only if someone come with me

Images by L-F, Ana V. Frances, neon.tambourine, Pandalicious Art.