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Claimant

That’s not a fire to warm yourself by It’s the fading embers of destruction the last traces of a whole transmuted to ash and red flashes that light your eyes You know though – this was never for you Scavenger,…

Pay Down on Beauty

I want to put beauty down create nothing more than delicate wonder with a few simple words laid down with no force and no thought but even beauty now seems to have owners and whatever I can see and love…

Possessions

You own the houses the streets the shops the grass the grey the ground the walls the sky There’s no taking them back but do you have to take the rest? Do you need the feelings? the love the anger…

London Drawings

Given my recent obsession with drawing – sometimes well and sometimes badly – I thought I’d share my latest effort here. A series of three pictures all inspired by the city. Not, I’m sad to say, in a particularly good…

Sanitised Inhumanity

Sterility is one of the true markers of our time. As we live, try to understand and to create we repeatedly assume that to cleanse, to add a polished shine is to imbue quality in what we do. In cities…