He opens his eyes and he is cloaked in sprites. Their eyes are bulging globes, bubbles about to burst. Their bodies so thin that they fade into marsh-gas at the edges. Translucent, friendly, inquisitive and bright. The sprites gather to him in silence and he feels his anxieties lift. Gabriel-who-listens spreads himself thin over the silence. No bigger than kittens, the sprites speak to him of inarticulate calm.… Read More Gabriel’s Story
Huge and glossy, the seal alternates a few minutes under the water, nosing around at the base of the harbour wall, with a few seconds taking the air. The gulls don’t like it and they flock to a safer distance. One militant gull tries to dive-bomb the seal beak-first. It doesn’t seem perturbed.… Read More Let the Wolf Live Undersea
We went to Broadway Market for brunch. Brunch turned out to be the only thing I didn’t take any pictures of.… Read More Purple Potatoes: a delicious weekend in pictures
I awoke on Friday to clouds of sediment choking the riverlungs of London. To a low pall of unbreathable air.… Read More A Haze of Toxic Springtime
THE TRIBULATIONS OF VAMPIRE TORTOISE.
What if tortoises were vampires?
What if vampires were a tortoise?
These are questions we’ve all asked ourselves.
Read on to find out.… Read More The Tribulations of Vampire Tortoise
What the hell is creativity anyway? Recently I’ve been thinking that it’s a moment in flow. That it’s catching a wave. Getting so deep in the zone that you find the zone’s dead spot. And the results? Not immaterial, but incidental. I’ve been painting. I bought a £3 watercolour set from Hobbycraft which has an… Read More Re: Creation.
The kid at the bus stop was obviously wasted. He wobbled from one foot to the next like the gravity that held him was a bit drunk too, and couldn’t quite catch onto his feet when they hit the road. I leant my back against the wall and hunched my head over the screen of… Read More You and Me, Man, We’re the Long-Haired Guys