Eye Wonder

Eye Wonder

An artist once intentionally looked into my eyes whilst I was sat in the staff room of my local art college. He tried to pierce my gaze but couldn’t. He said he could not see past my eyes, he could not see into me, and that there was nothing there. I think that...
Among the Many

Among the Many

I am the one among the many, I sit beneath the stars, in a field of dandelions, I am the thistle in the dark; I am the misprint on the page, when other words conform, to their perfect sentences for life, I deviate from the norm. I am the one among the many, alone-ness...