Open under a seared brow, And set in thick and rolling skin, Wobbling But glimmering under a head of horns: A beest’s inky eye.
Wildebeest
The Rage
In the rage, I cut my shape in granite skies, With horns twisted and skyward In the rage, I stand like a gnarled cathedral Wrought with hot hammers and tongs.
The Morning After
On the dry dazzle of baked crust Dusty stilettos clop As the donkeys in striped pyjamas End a rough night With a few thirsty gulps.
Puffback
Leaves shake at the sight ~ Of a fiery red eye ~ And round puff of white.
The Lion in My Heart
Flesh tearer, blood wearer, bone breaker, choke holder... Can I call you Collin?
“God, stand up for badgers!” – Carrying the baton from Saturday’s walk to parliament
After trying to explain to the London Underground surveillance team I wasn't a security threat (badgers are subject to this sort of suspicion around the clock), me and Louise were soon blending in with other creature inspired humans from all over the U.K. (and some as far as Uganda we were told!) as we streamed... Continue Reading →
The Importance of Avoiding Attention
Last time I turned blue Scratchy bills formed big shadows. I'll keep it dull thanks.
Kruger Series – The Shallows
Playing is easy Leave the dark waters behind; Feel for the shallows
Kruger Series – Sunbird
To drink up the sun Means everything grey turns pink And love comes easy
