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.