There’s a whale off Hill 60. Buoyed by rope, net tangled she tailslaps her misfortune.
Inside there’s a man, down in her guts, foot in the loops and folds. He’s praying. But who can hear him down there?
the whales
surrealism
if you are truly sorry…
A Day in Summer
threescore
A piece dedicated to my on-going hand therapy.
And for your pleasure here’s Leonard Cohen going ‘no more a’ rovin’ (lyrics by Lord Byron) from a favourite album Dear Heather.
A Meditation at Breakfast
1. Egg Anatomy / Astronomy
plotted:
ironically orbits a perfect egg
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