RUBBLE

We, like the beasts
And dark creatures of love,
Devour delicate wings
Of little birds
Grinding their bones
To dust at our feet.

When Spring came
Cities began their crumble
And soon after it became an avalanche,
Even the trees are filled with rot now.

We paced these voids
Until the last shore
Where, in the black rubble,
Something crucial in you left

The wind blew soft circles in your hair
And untied your soul
Throwing it out into the night.

DEEP OCEAN

Two beautiful images, both tell a story about the bounding expanse of ocean; one gentle with a quiet sense of calmness and the other exposing a sense of reverent surrender.

QUARTZ, HOW PRETTY YOU ARE.

Found images of nature's immense degree of fascinating creation.

FLAMBOROUGH HEAD

With a couple of my good friends I visited the sea, it was wonderful. Living in the sunshine and feeling the wild air, we explored everything. We found watery caves in the edges of cliffs, we looked for life in rock pools and we skimmed the smoothest stones we found. When it started to become dark we went home, our faces tight and our hands smelling of salt.

ORISON

We saw all shades of longing,
Through the dark moods of love
We breathed in forever
The cold dazing air,
Struggling for existence,
And we believed
In the broken visions
That mingled with saintly tears
Loving until we bled
In the black lights.