희망 양 (Hope: Part one)

In a small-to-medium-sized city at the southern end of South Korea, in a small but well-appointed apartment, there lived a kind and generous woman, full of good intentions for her husband and two young children. The husband—a primary school teacher—was also very kind, and full of love towards his family. The children were especially well-behaved,… Continue reading 희망 양 (Hope: Part one)

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The writer who didn’t read enough

~ The owner of the book ~ At the park, a couple find a bench that has the best combination of shade and dryness available, and sit down to read. The husband feels a pang of apprehension as he reaches for his book, what is he about to uncover? He half hopes it is rubbish,… Continue reading The writer who didn’t read enough

The shadow of Rudolf Nureyev (Part 1)

It is a little known fact that the shadow of Rudolf Nureyev—the greatest male ballet dancer of all time—belonged to a freelance project manager by the name of Andrew Lamb. Long ago, one black Siberian night, when Rudolf Nureyev was still a child, his shadow slipped away into the darkness, never to return. The next… Continue reading The shadow of Rudolf Nureyev (Part 1)

A babe in the woods

wandering down Ponsonby in a brand new tracksuit purchased by Lord knows who parents long gone not looking competent enough to have ever bred looking 75+ rolled into 60 years of hard living and with 10 more lost to the lithium and clozapine he passes us by sipping on our flat whites I tell Heaven… Continue reading A babe in the woods

(Echo) Chamber Music

You’re preaching to the choir, but the tenor’s voice broke some time ago, in June of ‘97, when the dihydro test came crashing in —since then all he wants to do is find new ways to fuck. You’re preaching to the choir, but the soprano joined a screamo band together with the bass, who left… Continue reading (Echo) Chamber Music

What time is wasted?

There are no oceans on the moon— that’s why I want to swim in them. Listening to a dead man's voice, willing to believe his lies. We are never where we think we are. I am eight years old... sand in my teeth... I hear laughing.

Imaginary gravity

On this rock; round this star; through space and time... I pretend to orbit you— another hurtling speck.

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A woman floats through a dream. In your dream, she dreams of you— in hers, another floats dreaming through.

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Another mirror in a thousand pieces— sweep the floor clean, leave the wall bare.

Another river

The moon does not cast our shadows into the water. The pebbles do not watch our shadows drift over as we leave them. That river has been dry for years.

The time

The time comes... and the time comes... and it just keeps coming... then it’s your time; the time comes... then the next time, though you’re not there to see the time coming... it just keeps on coming.

Your invitation

stretched out golden in summer sun lounging in his dusty court I’m jealous of such a royal life— a flea-bitten stray still waiting for an owner

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though soon old, ripened fruits cling to limbs a breeze comes through to steal a kiss— this endless, looming summer

Beginner’s pottery class

My wife and I did a five week pottery class... I picked up some of our finished pieces this morning. Looking forward to learning more!  

Expressive life drawing practice

This model was really great. A boxer with a really muscular back. Athletic and powerful but still very curvy... with a bit of weather from living a rich life.

Life drawing practice

Another exercise from my life drawing class. Need more practice! Need to set up an area in my place to do this I don’t have to spend som much money on classes and travel.  

#mewho

in his dreams pretty young ladies chastise him for unfaithful deeds he only thinks of committing in his dreams but pretty young ladies do not know he has been a pretty young lady far longer than they could ever imagine in his dreams he chastises himself for unfaithful deeds he has only thought of committing… Continue reading #mewho

Another hard worker

The animation tutor always said the right thing, “Good luck, Sue!”, “Best wishes, Andrew!”. He had a sweet demeanour, with big brown eyes that opened wide to tell people he meant them well. On late nights he’d ask to stay at work with the rostered student supervisor. He’d say he had a lot of work… Continue reading Another hard worker

You are the new you

you keep passing by with your feet moving to that same rhythm your white sneakers pounding out that beat your face looks the same it’s older, but no different your feet look the same inside those white sneakers you’re the same person, but you’re just passing by in white sneakers, now you’re not wearing brogues… Continue reading You are the new you

Monica (Hera Lindsay Bird)

Monica Monica Monica Monica Monica Geller off popular sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S Is one of the worst characters in the history of television She makes me want to wash my hands with hand sanitizer She makes me want to stand in an abandoned Ukrainian parking lot And scream her name at a bunch of dead crows Nobody… Continue reading Monica (Hera Lindsay Bird)