Dear Diary - She climbs the stairs and steps out of the doorway into the light... She is enveloped and embraced, held gently and caressed, by the warmth of the sunlight... She smiles and slips on her

"Number 30 - 11:55 pm, 2004/02/08" You were Just here And I Can still Feel The Emptiness In the Place Where You stood Like a Shadow Lingering Like the Scent of Perfume Or Simply the smell Of

Consider the design of any public “Gents” throughout the world. By the very nature of their layout, it would appear that one of the things blokes are supposed to feel comfortable about is getting it out

Watch any cartoon that involves a bit of gratuitous violence – blunt force trauma to the head; someone getting knocked out; an explosion; the dazed look on the protagonist’s face after falling from a great

An autumn leaf Falls The metaphysical clock Marks the point Preset as an awakening alarm Signalling the appointed time When this small miracle is to occur The confluence of this mighty clock's gears and

My sense of leftness Has lost its potency There is the time of the world around me There is the time of my world inside me There is the time of history behind me There is the time (stood still) of the

Each minor fear Each life taboo Defines our years In private truths Each painted lie A rationale Of feigned disguise And carnivale We dig each hole And bury deep Within our soul We pray to keep Our hearts

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This video art piece was constructed as a reflection on working as an art therapist in a neuropsychiatric hospital ward. Of particular impact was the insidiously slow and subtle nature of the onset of

Natural Abstracts - Canola Skies Natural Abstracts - Pine and Flame Natural Abstracts - Current Reeds Natural Abstracts - Canola Oceans Natural Abstracts - Forests and Fire

My eye Keeps on gravitating Back to the red flag But there is so much Else to see - So much movement And vitality In this point of view - Overt and covert, Revealed and held secret, Declared and whispered

We sleep And dream In tele-vision Somnambulant Wanderings Through the Penumbral realms Of Our Cimmerian Landscape Crepuscular ambience Invades the aphotic depths Of our dreaming Filtered and transubstantiated

Monosyllabic It describes Time versus frequency The histogram Of history (Read between the lines Written in invisible blood) One juncture (Defined in a three letter word) Spawns A glut Of tasteless gruel

We are the ghosts of our history A narrative we reconstruct From fleeting glimpses Of our remembered selves Ephemeral, we believe ourselves To have substance As our atoms fade and fall away Along all the

There is beauty In the hidden gradients Formed by the topography of life Variations in the attitudes Define the colours of each moment And pixel by pixel We scan the secret abstractions Of the spaces we