self portrait (vertigo)

Well there's the sunday put in. Hope yours was good, your evening too. I kept quiet, a little round of village stops and banter. Looked at a large raw work space above a shop and had coffee with my friends at the internet cafe. All very normal and breezy, but feeling like I was ready…

The Vertigo of Liberty

I remember one day in summer nearly ten years ago at my mothers' place, in the late afternoon it must have been, because the rosebush streaming with wild pink roses, the centerpiece of the visual memory,  was in that nearly purple shade you get there on the dark grass  at the lower corner of the…