I am an imperfect photographer. Imprecise and impractical. Unpractised and amateur. The frame that I form between my outstretched fingers is inconsistent, unevenly shaped, plain wrong. My astygmatic eyes frequently fail as a pin-sharp viewfinder. My nervous balance and lack of poise turn the focused to fuzzy.
I prefer a statue to a living and breathing entity, […]
“Well, I - I - I - I, gosh, Mayor. I’m the mayor. The mayor of London. Like Dick Whittington. How absolutely. Yes. London. Great city. Cradle of - of - of - of - something great. Not sure what. But great, nonetheless. Modern democracy and, erm, civilisation. Or was that Rome? Italian restaurant. Yum, […]
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce you to Stephen.
Stephen is a pitiful young man who is suffering. I’m sure you can tell that, just by looking at his photograph on the right. He is suffering from a terrible affliction, with which he is afflicted twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and […]
I have been tagged. Needless to say, this is not because I am lying on a slab of granite in the industrial concrete surroundings of a freezing cold mortuary, with a piece of yellowing card attached to my big toe and a frowning pathologist leaning over my corpse to examine the contents of my stomach […]
Lately, I have found myself feeling surprisingly Carefree. I appreciate that this may come as a shock to many of you, especially those who continue to labour under the fond misapprehension that I forever carry the woes of the world, not to mention the argumentative angels and demons of my own pesky conscience, on my […]
I am the whisper the whisperer the shy of voice the pause that becomes a cadence I am the word between the words after the rise and before the fall I am the dead air that even in ownership of silence beats with a heart of possibility I am the emptiness in your lungs between […]