Sunday, 26 April 2015
Sunday, 12 April 2015
AD
Woke up weak, something got me through the night. A thousand signals,
hunted me down.I have bled out, soaked into my own sheets.This is all emf.
Today there was sun, a bud-bloom miracle; melody spinning out. But I didn't imbibe, I didn't meet it though the spring was giving and new.Instead I caught it from a distance, off centre; dispersed within my tribe. Weighted- I felt spring's offering but only just.
For mine is a house cat existence; senses dulled, claws blunt, I scratch at myself trying to wake up; trying to make my way back to where I began; undo the disrepair, re-gather stolen fruit.
I am harrowed by Stray bullets.Crime.
The spring is gentle in it's beauty, but these are battered and battering times. MB
Today there was sun, a bud-bloom miracle; melody spinning out. But I didn't imbibe, I didn't meet it though the spring was giving and new.Instead I caught it from a distance, off centre; dispersed within my tribe. Weighted- I felt spring's offering but only just.
For mine is a house cat existence; senses dulled, claws blunt, I scratch at myself trying to wake up; trying to make my way back to where I began; undo the disrepair, re-gather stolen fruit.
I am harrowed by Stray bullets.Crime.
The spring is gentle in it's beauty, but these are battered and battering times. MB
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Saturday, 11 April 2015
The 7 sorrows of Mary
Pietas
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| Beyonce |
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| Michael Angelo |
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| Cranach the elder |
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| Patient with Aids |
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| Tomoko in her bath |
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| Cambodia |
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| Yemen |
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| Sam Taylor -Wood |
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| Michael Angelo |
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| Sam Jinks |
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Saturday, 4 April 2015
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