Can I Pee on Your Leg? Life. My life in the city. I feel like I have to explain it. I don’t know why I get the reactions I do. Where I live, this is “normal” life. I hear a lot about normal this, normal

Shadow People Either light or dark Pick a side and park Scurry to and fro Back and forthBlack and white This duality plight Step left step right In blazing sunlightShadow attachment ratcheted laughs Shapes

Sketchbook Snapshots WEEKEND COFFEE Get a move on and get it done. Gave myself The Boot yesterday to do it. Settled down and shot some sketches to show or at least a curated selection from my multitude

Totally Stalkerish “You over there, I see you. You and your click click black shiny eye thing can come closer. Listen up; I’ve got something to tell you. I have a message. I’ve been watching for you,”

Worst Thing to Ask Me I think I’m losing it. I can’t think anymore. I’m in retreat and barely want to speak. Words fail me. Stopped up. Plugged up. Utter refusal. It’s taken me a month to notice this

Bad Girl Experiences of the last few months have sent me a reminder of something that’s always in the back of my mind. Reflection time again. When I do that, I withdraw from the world as much as possible

All My Bringing You Down Gun trigger pull flash bang repeat Grooving that circle grinding deep Popping off words revolver fast Abusing accusing self-centred blast Belittler branding box labeller hangover

Hide the Pain _______________________________________________ Seas of Pink Nipples _______________________________________________ Calling yourself a clown joking around attemptin’ astound overstate,

Only Half Here One foot in and one foot out, or, as I was reminded by a close friend last night, it’s like standing at a window watching. Long deep conversation, a five hour call that went zooming by like

Siren Light Show RUSH Sirens scream dancing in from all directions. The end of my street is lit up like roman candles punching out through the dark. Six police cars, three fire trucks, and two paramedic

It's On! Flick the switch hit the button head mutton, make room show’s on full throttle almost gone, now what’s on? What script? Who scripted this pre-scripted response binding bonds tainting veins staining

Spectrum in Hand Iceland spar calcite Brazen rays of light Hinted hues hand news Penetrating strike through Colour streaked window Blast upon the shadow Growing twists and turns Ongoing attempted burn

Winter Night Lights LIGHTMIST SCRAPER Second shoot through darkness searching for light to colour blast the night. What can I capture trolling some dark parts of the city in areas my eye falls on light?

Are You Alive? PASSED PORTRAIT I I make the call. Ringgggggggg……… No answer, the call rings out. I wait half an hour. I call again. Ringggggggggggggggggg……………… No answer, the call rings out again. I wait

Snow Job SNOWED IN La, la, la, it’s a snow day, had more than a few snow job days lately, minus any sign of white flakey stuff, until this week. Booted up, over a foot deep, chilled my toes, not nose,

Slammin’ That Junk Look at me Look at me Look at me Virtual dick sucking Digital social mucking Less than livestock Now take stock Count the cost Are you lost? In ego haze Injecting craze. Look at me Look

What Did I Just Do? I’ve gone stark raving mad. I must be crazy. What on earth have I just done to myself now? I’ve gone off the deep end, off the cliff, even worse I’ve gone completely off the rails.

Tear Bowl TEAR BOWL I The Inspiration It’s a long row to hoe, as the story goes. Stop and starts. Tapping two steps backward, for every one step forward. When does it end? Will it ever end? Every day blending

Love Gloves EV Fresh after the holiday, snow dusted down powdery white, an infrequent flyer where I live. It melts into grey slush mush mess within a day, salted rivulets drain unrestrained into sewers.