poetry

One with all the festivities in mind.

First one in a while to include a cut-up poem!

Inspired by a friend of mine's passing remark, I got creative...

Nothing beats an unusual dream that inspires you. plus some Star Wars inspiration!

Deep blue sees.

Freaky, yet chilled-out coffee vibes.

Quite often I’ll get ambushed with flyers and the like whilst out and about. Thankfully, I have use for said materials.

New year, same old stuff from me folks.

Finding inspiration in the more colourful corners of the canvas, as you do.

Live as you once did; if this is not possible, live twice. - Mary Ruefle #poetry #maryRuefle #watercolor

Crafted with some assistance from the Blackout Poetry Generator, developed by Max Kreminski.

The hangover song, heheheh.

The title I feel’s a touch wrong, but I like it and I hope you do too.

Tasteful isolation.

The final doodle from my current sketchbook! As one door closes, another opens.

Cartoons old and gold just keep on inspiring me.

For robbing hoods?

An ode to one more fresh start.

Quiet nights in = essential for crafting new ideas...

Fun fact: This, some 34 years ago, nearly became the title of Pixar’s first short “The Adventures Of André & Wally B.”. You learn something new every day folks...

Something meaningful and hippie-like.

"Heaven was putting distance between her and everyone." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Riding with the Hides of Hell, which now has a new-and-improved title, Burnout. It's a young adult story about motorcycles, a road trip, adventure, and love.

When both an M. Night Shyamalan film and a controversial German novel inspire you at the same time...

Midnight flavoured motivation.

I often hear music in my dreams. In this case, it was ‘Babylon’ by Oneohtrix Point Never (a.k.a. Daniel Lopatin, for those unaware). I had to respond in the best way possible of course!

This is a drawing for a poetry book. Sometimes I do the drawing first and then write the poetry.

Not as apocalyptic as it looks or sounds! Inspired by a dream I had about committing a social faux-pas of the worst kind you could imagine.

dear little universe /// even just a tiny bit / and you / open up. / peer out into the nightless sky / feel the stars, that / “you, dear little universe” / are always coursing / through your veins. — Neon Spencer

It’s safe to say January feels like one of those 100 day months...

A line in 'Renegade: The Lives And Tales Of Mark E. Smith', which I'm currently reading, got my creative juices flowing this time around!