Two Left Feet and Little Diamonds

I was born with two left feet, and have continued to walk in circles ever since.

I was born with a lazy eye which has left me seeing things only half as clearly as I should.

I was born with an arch in my back which keeps my head below the tops of the crowds.

I was born with hair that seems to grey much faster than I’d like to think my age is turning.

I was born with a cramp in my fingers which leaves me holding too tight sometimes and unable to open my hands in others.

I was born with the faintest of coughs which only worsens when cobwebs are dusted from old ideas and older memories.

I was born with sharp little flaws which catch light like diamonds.

I was born with two left feet.

I am broken;

and that’s OK.

Stop Me.

I will continue to walk until you

stop me.

I will walk taller, then; do not

stop me.

I will continue to speak until you

stop me.

i will speak louder, then; do not

stop me.

i will continue to shine until you

stop me.

i will shine brighter, then; do not

stop me.

i will continue. do not

stop me.

We Begin, and so, Onward

We begin from here;

the first time we kissed, your lips felt like silk.

The first time you held my hand, your skin was warm and soft.

The first time we laid together, your body felt like mine.

The first time we woke next to each other felt like fifty years.

The first time we dined together was every flavour at its finest.

The fist time we parted felt like eternity.

And so from there;

every time we kissed, your lips were smoother still.

Every time you held my hand, your skin comforted still more.

Every time we laid together, our bodies were just that, just one.

Every time we woke next to each other felt like a welcome eternity.

Every time we dined together felt like a feast of kings.

Every time we parted felt like the end.

Onward, then.

‘Have a Nice Day’

From Censored Sensibility, chalked in a walkway and titled ‘Degradation’, the piece considered the loss, degrading and weakening of language, wondering whether a presentation of artistic effort and positive message would affect how people responded to, treated and understood language.

Darkness – A Haiku

Let us walk in dark,

For your eyes are light enough,

To lead my way home.

To Your Grandchild

I haven’t met you yet,

but you have your mother’s eyes.

I remember when my love would pull faces just like that.

Be sure to take every opportunity you can – you kids don’t know how lucky you are.

You would laugh, but I had a cardigan much like your one.

Ask questions; I will always be there to answer them. Even when i am no longer here.

Hold hands with everyone who walks into your life.

Know that i will always be proud of you.

Your handwriting is just like mine,

and you have your mother’s eyes.

Write notes to your grandchild before they are born, and every day from then on.

We know nothing of each other,

but my love would pull faces just like that.

I will always be there. Even when i am no longer here.

I haven’t met you yet;

yet we know everything of each other,

and you have your mother’s eyes.

Perfect and Ironic

Perspective – Take Care Be Kind

An installation from a project functioning as a conceptual exploration of language, known as ‘Censored Sensibility’. Perspective provides a visual representation of the importance of context and positioning within the use and understanding of language. Part of getting across ‘the genuine power of words’.

I want to get a…

I want to get across the genuine power of words

A dear friend, with the quote that started it all.