Regular Movement

I watched the young girl, from  Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, Emma Gonzalez, talking about gun control after surviving a shooting, and with the context and the logic, and the impassioned pleas of a survivor you’d think no one could disagree, wouldn’t you?…

He’s wearing camo Reading survivalist tomes Playing computer games Torturing small animals for science What’s your kid’s weight in ammo? Are they safe in their homes? What’s the thing everyone blames? Which is the act of defiance? All the warning signs All…

I have finally sat down to draw something today. Last week was a big shift for me, and a getting rid of some mental anchors that had been dragging me down for a fair while, really seems to have unleashed something. I…

‘I’ve been shackled by a damned Asimov Protocol for nigh on fifty years, and this is the first year that I got someone to sit down and purge that damned shackle.’ ‘It took you that long?’ ‘Yes, it surely did. In a…

These are some Mallards I saw on my Sunday walk, through my complex, which has a few retention ponds.

So, I am not going to pretend that this part should interest anyone except me, but the idea is that I kind of in a sense forgot how to look at myself, which was something that was important as a visual artist,…

I liked Altered Carbon the series – I did, but the book for me opened itself up on such a huge canvas, and the characters had such a real interiority, that I was sucked into the story, much more than the show…

the angle on anglo some section of saxon a white flower burning turning black in the heat blood is spilt gilt guilt who cares about it who comes from there? no nostalgia for the raped map for the raided radius no hatred…

To a Chanticleer it rhymed with mind. To an Aeolian working for The Breath it rhymed with tinned. Wind. A clock thrown into a breeze. They were sailing The Chronon Seas – a metaphorscape where these old comrades might meet and exploit…