Flesh tearer, blood wearer, bone breaker, choke holder... Can I call you Collin?
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 →
In a garden shaded by trees, Life outside washes by in the breath of the breeze Which rides the bells of the canterburries Warming to the sunlight bleeding through a perished fence Mr Piebald walks to the stone ring of a bird bath, And gazes dumb, Into the shallow mirror of the pool... Still.... Continue Reading →