SHE again…

Let’s face it, I’m a rubbish blogger – I’m much happier out with the camera, and that’s exactly as it should be. And it’s been a brilliant summer – some fabulous commissions and a really exciting new project in the …

Changemakers…

It’s been an odd few weeks…. I’ve been thinking about death. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about how I talk about it, and how I connect with myself and those around me in the presence of dying. And that leads …

Collision

When needs and worlds, ideals collide, and feelings roil and boil inside tis hard to know the truth of things, infernal fucking matterings… The second when the muttering is doublebarrelled suffering of loyalties and friendships broke – yet love prevails …

Moments…

We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering …

More

Facing you now, what you want now, is not an easy thing. The she that was creeps back when you least expect her. She arrives with inglorious fanfare, to remind you of all you have lost and that you are …

The she inside

The I I see the you that’s me The we we are the ones we’ll be The she inside the shadow deep Where truth reside and dare not speak Who is the we that be on show The I you …

Life

I nearly died again, you know – Bloody glad I didn’t! Too much still I want to do For life to be an isn’t. Remarkably I’m in one piece, Though bits of me are two, And other parts now wired …

Barbie

Barbie Ritzco. Her name has a resonance all its own, don’t you think? It dances around your head and tantalises your tongue with its rhythm. It whispers of warrior and thrums with the beat of the runner. Barbie Ritzco. Barbie …

The Edge

How many times must we cry? Cry as the hopes and desires of the future seem Once more crushed by the weight of the world As it is How many times must we scream? Scream as those waves of anguish …

Done

I thought I was done with this. I thought I was done with feeling like this. but it seems the feeling is not. I shall have to rearrange the bloody bookshelves. Again. I really was rearranging the bookshelves, thinking these …