I’ll be careful when
I touch what is fragile.
Follow your hair and trace
our fingers to the middle
Where your ravine of soft beige
hides where your heart stays.

I think I’ll hide here and
soothe with the tide of your breath
until you find me
and let me go.


Section of ‘Pregnant Girl’, Lucian Freud 1961


haiku 1

A haiku about shame


Shame is a demon
imaginative decay
until springtime nears

‘Landscape with kneeling figure’, Keith Vaughan 1973

abstract self-portrait 1

A poem of free-associative self reflections. An attempt at fairly abstract but temporal written portraiture. I began writing this perhaps two months ago, and from that time until publishing it now, I struggled to convey as much in as little words as possible.

I was tempted at many points to make it bulkier for the sake of volume, however it served no real purpose other than to exercise writing, and that wasn’t my intention.


The curating comes before the examining
the Sartrean nausea.

Straight lines are suspicious and unimaginative,
always encircling to bookend the figments.

I am in dialogue with a disappearing self
by way of seance and sigils.


‘Male Lower Torso‘, Egon Schiele 1910