Storm under stonebarrow, (2024). 'Heads of men' #3 Pen on Semi-gloss Paper-14.8 x 10.5 cm
1) Sometimes, I’m afraid of how unclear things are And how things themselves occupy my thought Charge to be near. I’m sorry about that. 2) The cloud I’m passing through, It has an undetermined length. All that I can say is that it’s long, grassy And that it’s not going away. All things change like a whirlwind. Movement is there just so there’s risk. 3) You know all those things I’m loosing? They seemingly arrive endlessly. 4) If I’d had a creative strategy The opportunity would have been there to be lost. I didn’t know enough to not know And now it everything feels like saliva.