Time doesn’t exist. The Gregorian calendar is an entirely man made concept and the year, although astrologically it represents a revolution around the sun, is an unrecognisable concept to our biological and physical forms. Realistically we can, and should, jump on a new resolution at any chosen minute of any chosen day, if something needs […]

I have four outfits, And I slip between them like clockwork, So smooth and cyclical like the sun and moon As ornately as an orchestra, and just as in tune. One of them is gilded, Dripped in honey and amber and framed in laughter Long day-dress and short night-curls Sky-blue earrings and sunlight pearls. After […]

I was having a coffee in an orangery cafe of white, citrus gold and glass, among humans and their voices and I think I came here to find it. I traced the gold-rimmed architecture of the turrets on this puzzle glass orangery and I found it; weaving through the calligraphy framed glass windows inside, and […]

She tossed her tan-rust medusa mane back over the verdant cranium of her fertile face- frayed in flailing blades, and chucked her head back to zeus in fecund laughter so that the mortals may stroll through her sockets and luscious dips before, now and after. Her home to the sea birds nest hair- spray stiffened, […]

I plot my hot sly eye On the scorpion in the night skys Stars- -scars on the lapis lazuli lid, Thats me-scorpio, Though no more core to my core Than it is to the lands crown chakra, She: mother nature in vaypaka To my ego and her halo of life. In utter opprobrium at my […]

Mr Metus wore sludge coloured corduroy trousers that, in his current starched position, affected wavering edges. He was a man who mirrored his life with exceptional precision, as though this is all he cared for; slippered flamingo feet, agoraphobic clothes, an uncared for and deeply lined face like the terrain of the earth (which he […]

Like a skinned body gilded in gold, enamel wheels and industrial metal veins it churned. Beneath its stony face precision and hidden decisions excelled in every geometric curve and spoke- an articulation of nature in its exact opposition- offering the reflection of a Fibonacci flower in the polished capillaries. A speck of discarded flesh is […]

At the severing of the umbilical chord, I was declared alone. And at the growth of the wisdom tooth, I was declared my own. So at the knighting of my self-love, I gifted myself a thrown, knowing I would rebuild it with a bone of every person who declared me theirs, I am firstly mine, […]