The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Monday, 18 March 2013

My Legs Lack Substance (Theft by E)

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Thursday, 28 February 2013

Love Lane


It’s such a saucy number,
It always makes me laugh when I hear it said.
Innocuous in itself
Allowing the mind to wander where it will.
“Where do you live” I asked.
“Sixty nine” she replied
“Really?”  I replied grinning
Her blushes made me feel uncomfortable
But the double entendre worked,
Sort of.
She smiled having heard the joke before,
So I shuffled away from her front door.
Sixty nine is such a saucy number
Especially when you live in Love Lane.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Stint of Fish

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Berlin/Camino El Vergel, Valparaiso, Chile


Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Prose Poem - Final


In giving herself to hate she committed to an emotion more powerful than she thought possible; more consuming than love, greater than despair. In so doing she effectively became the tool of the thing she unleashed - no longer its master but its slave.

Time is passing. It is a constant cascade of seconds tumbling into minutes that free-fall into hours. Days pass dragging weeks then months behind as seasons follow with the budding of blooms then the falling of leaves.

Life is for the living – an exercise in the present as the future takes care of itself whilst the past dresses in a filigree of nostalgia. The gift of life comes bearing responsibility to those we share existence with.

Her venom spilt into the stream poisoning its waters and all around it. The onlookers stared speechless, unable to conceive how such a thing could have happened.

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Last Line First

So
Will words break silence,
Voices raised?

Between the windows of shattered dreams-

Who am I to reappear
Bearing bullets
Argently?

(Break the continuum
Use the sound;
All the world bent
Double down)

Not numbered, not listed, not remembered,
Do we exist?

Said the vase to the chipping chalice.

One unsung verse laid on barren walls-
Tonight the words are brought back home.

I'm not an artist.

Friday, 15 February 2013

obnubilate \ob-NOO-buh-leyt\, verb:
to cloud over; becloud; obscure.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Monday, 21 January 2013

SDBC


Down in the garden where the ivy creeps
The Slumber dog and Black Crow sleeps
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The Fruit Of Our Love

 
Yes, indeed.
 
 
 
 

Like poison lies quivering in the slow dance
certain inferior journeys, fraught with verdant possibilities, all is naught, all is grief.. give not in to errant desires for they are fleeting and cruel..

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Prose Poem Five

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For the want of trying they simply gave up. Each of them held fast to their bitter memories nurturing them as though they were the seeds of some delicious fruit being grown rather than a bilious loathing eating at their hearts like a cancer.
At the root of this odium was a hurt so huge it required an even bigger emotion to deflect the pain. It was hate that now gave fuel to their lives; it was hate that gave them purpose.
The shattered shards of their history lay in pieces on the stony ground reflecting sunlight and revealing the stains of their recrimination. It was as wanton an act as a war in the third world.

Thursday, 3 January 2013

It's Never Art

Have you not HEARD?!

I have NEVER handed over the key
Your KEENING disrupts my


Sudden-



nothing

12-27-12bpp(Broken Push Pin)

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16"x20" oil on canvas