Nightmares

                A nightmare. Stirring in the night, disorientated, fearful, states of being overlapping, one thing, another, consciousness swimming between places, spaces, melting and moulding, there are no limits, no borders; am I still dreaming, am I awake? Is the horrible figure there or not? Is it real or not? Not moving but listening. A strange... Continue Reading →

Strange Days Have Found Us

I sit down to try and get back to my writing, so much waiting to be finished, waiting to be released and realized, but the workmen at the bottom of the street fill the air with their perpetual racket as they rape some other piece of wild land, pile-driving their way through the ground, disturbing... Continue Reading →

Step Into A Strange, Wonderful World

Step into strangeness Sitting in the grey, misty damp, the horizon a dream-like blur, the still, cold air, a feeling of being out of time, the light never changing from morning through afternoon, just a continual, eternal grey, insubstantial moment; what better atmosphere to be diving into the writing of Bruno Schulz. I have wanted... Continue Reading →

Night Dreaming

Night is peace, freedom, it has a magic that opens up once the sun sets; the last ray of sun ignites imagination as the dark hours replace the light. Everything fires up as distractions cease to be a torment in the soft unfolding of night. It only increases as the darkness sinks deeper, bolder as... Continue Reading →

WASTELAND

A Lament for the Lost - A Memorial for the Obliterated. A gathering of grieving relatives led by one outcast, one animal to another. We gather here today to mourn the loss of this space and all its inhabitants, missed by all of us who loved it, who used it and needed it, to mourn... Continue Reading →

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