We are proof that the heart is a risky fuel to burn

Fallen

Fallen, like empire
hopes for a new beginning
reclaimed by the soil
reaching out for the sky
a frozen gesture of defeat
once graceful and strong
now abandoned and alone
to be seduced by the fog of history

Hide and seek

I still believe in magic

Book

The history of who we once were

By Andrew Hillard

The history of who we once were

In the kingdom of dreams

                                                               words by Ian Felice

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Magpie James

How my light is spent

Exhibition opening Saturday 21st March from 2pm

Paradise Lost

"Solitude sometimes is best society"

Analogue Forever

Thank you to Julie Dean, executive director of the Los Angeles Center of Photography for selecting these two of my photographs for the Analogue Forever exhibition.

Palo with spider exoskeletons

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise"

"Blackbird fly, blackbird fly,
 Into the light of the dark black night"
 Lennon - McCartney

"To turn the chaos of experience into a set of manageable symbols"

-4 and freezing fog
blackbirds commove
cracks grass underfoot
in the dense morning air
a cloud of silent words
escape me

My new website

In the haunted orchard of my mind

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendel Berry

"The only journey is the one within"

"I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other"
Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a young poet

Corporeal

Cruising Paradise - for Sam Shepard

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December

I lie on my bed and stare out through the vertical blinds into the smoky white sky, and try to hold onto a single thought.
Nothing comes.
Everything is static and I can't find the answer that I need.
It's like I'm standing at the edge of a long tunnel, calling out into the dark and the only thing I hear is the echo of my own voice trailing off into the blackness.

The end of the road

Revolving towards another beginning

Insignificance

"The man I am writing about is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water."
W. Somerset Maugham - The Razor's Edge