His Glorious Majesty Loses it in a Dainty Tearoom Somewhere on the Southside

So High, So Hung Up 1

So High, So Hung Up 2

Wormholes 1

Wormholes 2

Wormholes 3

Wormholes 4

Song for the Lost Times

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This Is Visual Poetry

A chapbook of mine available in Dan Waber's excellent series this is visual poetry.

She-lagh

Black Astro Dazzle (Mike Cannell as the Universe's First Sentient Being)

Black Astro Dazzle 2

Black Astro Dazzle 3

Gorilla

Fig Tingle

Those reckless spendthrifts throwing air with frozen twig fingers, breaking a girl in the middle of the photograph. By some miracle of light, the streets, sacred entertainers, examined the hot dance her wild and reap a winter. So the dress between my harvest fuelled in supernatural glory, rolling her drunken eyes, angry and venturing to love us. Someone took I wanted her, flung my arms reflected inside, "You're not Amy!", the most beautiful girl, shaped to the flesh, becoming cold and vile after a raid.

Winter Angels