still air

the street so quiet now nothing not a breath of air so still it almost feels a solid thing somewhere north and west of here there is dragon breath lying red across the land they tell me it is coming my way close and even closer the air will move when it comes they say … Continue reading still air

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we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.

it was the eyes that he noticed first in the night and in the light they could stop the traffic glowing red and it was the jawline rough with a greenish tinge of algae multiplying and somehow it was the snout that always seemed longer than before always seeming to need more length to fit … Continue reading we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.