Selected works from image and text project 

Exhibited at Wasps Studios, 2020

Would I be a different shape?



My eyes still green, tearing.



Bruised flesh.



Would I still be as impatient, clean, short tempered, honest,             dishonest?



Mid-afternoon soup (out the pot) in the grey light.


Orchestral laughing, sneezing.  


Would I survive not knowing her? 


leave me unnurtured.


                     Silk tan shoulders, freckled. 


                                                                    Muddy puddles and sausage fingers.


The longing to find a likeness in age. 



To be close,


                    To be home,


                                      To be loved, 




                                                                       by her.