Creative

Fruit Gathering

If I was a hunter and you were the moon.

11 May 2017
Frogmouth

Alighted on Eucalypt, the evening breeze ruffles his feathers and tussles the rusting wind chime.

A Ho-Hum’s Rant*

*A FAINTLY TALENTED AMATEUR’S PERCEPTIONS OF FITTING INTO AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY

Onsra

it is not your fault not your fault.

7 April 2017
Come to Dinner

“Come to dinner,” she’d said.

Bees

I think I worked it out – why I admire and fear bees so much.

31 March 2017
Delicate Treats

A soul dances.

Red and White

river or rivers?

1 March 2017
No Secrets In This Reign

After eternity, will you find me?

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