I no longer allow myself to be still. Stillness is dangerous. Stillness is thoughts building and rumbling and growling. Stillness is thinking of you. And stillness is feeling. Feeling too much. Not feeling enough. Stillness is tiring. Stillness fills my head with a rush. A rush of too many, too much, please don’t, no thank […]
What do you do when everything you ever thought you knew comes crumbling down around you? Like standing in a walled garden and suddenly the walls are breaking and smashing down and the flowers are all decomposing around you and now you’re left standing in piles of rising dust and rubble and contained in the […]Read more "Overcast Skies"
The moon lowered her eyes Let the tears rain in silent cries Into the rivers and streams Glimmering lakes and hushed seas Clothed in sheets of darkness Her lashes glistened in the vastness Her light was weak and fading Dark skies were consuming, invading The stars were brighter than she She was just some dim […]Read more "Moonlight"
On a quiet, sun-drenched Thursday morning, I wandered the suburban streets of Hawthorn, Melbourne. These are the photos I took with my Pentax Espio 60S on 35mm film.Read more "Suburbia"
The lonely city Of crowded lanes Blaring horns Angry citizens At what? Busy lives Of no importance We are all alone Walking our lonely ways I pass you all Street by street Faces of steel Blending into the scrapers That cage you Well come here I’ve found the door To the sun And rolling parks […]Read more "Melbourne"
The river weeps It’s silent burdens Flowing forever downstream Its woes lay horizontal No person would ever know The steady pace Of watered tears Forever falling forwardRead more "The River Weeps"