sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams


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Eenie meenie miny mo

Squeeze the little fingers by the toe

Split the crown and let it grow

When they're looking where to go

First to the left and then to the right

I dug my grave and set up the fight

Oak tree skies and starry night

Candle lit with eyrie might

Patterning of air to wind

Carried seeds to gargoyle grins

Lunar sea swept shades of flint

'Cross the hangings of the Inns

Meritocracy of sparks

Blue gushing red for hardest marks

Catholic rule Christian hearks

'Till bedding down cools the larks

Comfort of dreams realised

Illusion pool of lingering light

Reflections on multiplied

Good night, good light, good night

(2nd Oct ‘15)

I still love you

Working through

From a, to b, to c


Never stopped

To tell enough

Is enough is enough is enough


What a challenge

Forensic lust

Family Full of Thanks-Giving Feast

Chicken Wire Fence

non omnis moriar (Horace, Odes)

not all of me shall die

Chicken wire fence

Cut in the wrapping

We didn’t see you

They cried

Chicken wire fence


Brain Child



Presents pain


Checking in

Or checking out

On every motion sensor


I still love you

Working through

Brief in, brief in, brief in


(6th Oct ‘15)

dulce bellum inexpertis  

war is sweet to those who have never fought