lost boys

of the past
neighbours and friends
lovers for one night, or even just 30 seconds
which will come back to me?
the boys who left only to return as friends?


two lips

old friends, coming of age together

standing or sitting
calloused heels
pretty bits of flesh
uneven skin
dancing on dry earth
or damp grass


foot forward

this side of brightness

just when i feel like i've started to melt away everything has started to go the right way
my way
a shift from the way they want it into to in my favour
and this rarely happens
so even if i'm a bit scattered and way out of focus, i'm happy now

self portrait

i'm no longer just an island

words, contact, happiness
not loneliness but beauty
a solitary tree with many branches

no longer just an island

island

two summers ago

ireland

soft focus

what makes something complete, incomplete? what closes a gap, opens a wide rift? is it space or time? my ring wore away, broke apart, a slow weathering caused by my love for it, and its constant display to the world on the palm of my hand. but the snap... the breakage, was so quick. why hasn't she called me? am i leaving her mind, like the ring left my finger?
this photograph will be an eternal memory of what what i hope is not lost


broken circle

one

it stretches out and beyond sight
"she stretches wide like love" -c.m.
vast and full of life, this water is, though it looks gray and empty



emptiness(?)