Poetry: An Epitaph For The Modern Age

Here lies he, eyes so wide,
a bright screen set aside.
Virtual self in decline
but can now touch earth and pine.
Leaping up, on the wind he rides.
In regression, he comes alive.

Haiku: Worms Of Doubt

Does the worm worry,

That once it is split in two

it is never whole?

 

 

Or does the worm laugh?

When it is split forever,

a friend will be grown.

 

 

Haiku:The Soul Of Consumerism

My ego is hungry.

I’ve been starving it of late;

my soul is still gone…

Haiku: Desire

         A sweet way with words,

an addiction to strangers.

                         

                          Oh to be alone…

Haiku: The Ocean

Despair is drowning.

But in the depth of the sea,

Worries drift away.

 

Haiku: Love Is Hate

                                    Wedding ring for sale,

                                   clean only on the inside.

                                    Found in post-mortem.

Painting: How The World Goes Round

A Canvas job I did for my parents as a Christmas present.

It’s easy to forget that we are part of the nature we destroy, it’s easy to think we are separate from the rest of the animal kingdom.

Yet when you’re standing at the sinking sunset, the sunlight completely immersing you, Read more ›

Painting: The Futility of Structure

When your life becomes so complicated, so entangled in the many stresses of our man-made existence, many people look to order. You see the smoothness of a well oiled machine, the exactness in its timing and perfect execution of function and wish you could emulate such perfection.

Many then turn to
structure, timetables, crushing organisation, living their life clockwork, every hour planned and executed to excel.

We envision our goals and successes Read more ›

Close up

A black pen etching of a captured interaction between man and beast (well lizard…).

It’s funny how, in this age, we see ourselves as so different from the nature that Read more ›