Selected Writing

how can you be unhappy
if all you do is what you want?

Pass the horses wide and slow

Unless you know the galloper

Still, this is where you come from

Still, this is who you are

An all-consuming fire

You are not alone

It felt divine mapping a route from the mouth of the mine when the sun shone brightest.

The fire of sunrise hitting yellow, metal pockets. The warmth of bullion calling his name.

For those no longer on Earth. You were right, we were wrong.

It is not what we thought.

‘Each of the twenty-four-hour periods, reckoned from one midnight to the next, into which a week, month, or year is divided, and corresponding to a rotation of the earth on its axis.'

Daytime_ the time of the day between sunrise and sunset.

Nighttime_ the time between evening and morning; the time of darkness.

If you were to ask me, above all else, what I fight for; I fight for the right to extend and influence time. And propel myself beyond the place they believed I would stay way back in the day...

...when I only connected with the lessons I liked.

The mercury edged past zero for the first time in months. You can make out sunrise, just.

hours in the emptiness

where the trees are fifty metres tall

New incarnations of old situations

Though ghosts are excellent listeners, the talking becomes too much. He feels to cut out his tongue, fry it in butter and swallow it whole.

Ongoing series with digital artist Tishk Barzanji with the following list of triads as a start-point...

I worked with rapper Dirty Dike on the campaign for his new LP ‘Acrylic Snail’.

He sleeps all day, leaves my house in a state and ignores me when I talk to him.

Sometimes when he is particularly grouchy he will be physically abusive towards me.

On Dubai

I wrote a poem inspired by the Jeff Wall 'photograph ‘A Sapling Held By A Post’. An image taken as part of a series to commemorate the opening of Tate Modern in May, 2000.