I want only great things

It is everything I want to say but never can. It is a love poem. It is a dedication. It is a physical reminder that there is light somehow, always.

 

Living without Parallels

This week my first solo edition of 'The Inside Thoughts of Now' appeared in Creature Mag. Its about feeling like you are on the outside of things. Its about the moment you realise that reality will inevitably not match up to the fantasy you have in your head and its about being alone.
Having complete control over the work I was creating was immensely satisfying and being able to introduce the sorts of images I make was an utter thrill. I will be continuing with my solo pieces for CreatureMag fortnightly in hopes that you will come to completely know all of me. This is a fine place to start.

Paper Shell

My latest poem for Creaturemag is called ‘Paper Shell’. Its about saying goodbye and trying all you can do to hold onto some element of something that isn’t there anymore. Its about love. Its about endings and its about dealing with what is inevitable.
It is the final collaboration between me and illustrator Steven Jarvis but I will continue working with Creature Mag with a brand new format. I will be in control of both the words and the illustrations and I am very excited about the possibility of what I am now able to create.


I will lay paper on the ground
and draw lines around your shadow as you go
so that when you're gone I will have something to look at
and a part of you will have stayed.

The outline of your body,
now pinned to my wall,
will have to be enough
because your inside was clogged with
a truth that was not my own
and I never saw all of you.

I will take coloured pencils and fill the paper shell with yellow lines
each one starting at your heart
and ending where the pages stop.
I would have breathed light through your lips
if you hadn't gone
but staying was beyond us both.

It would be easier to believe

Here's my latest poem for CreatureMag
Lots of trying things have happened to both me and those around me in the last month or so which has led to a lot of talk about free will and whether or not God exists. It has also encouraged discussion about ones own strength and ability to overcome trials and whether this would be easier to do if you believed that a higher power had a hand in the things you experienced.


It would be easier to believe,
because life is fact
and ease is hard to come by.
My eyes aren't open and
I lay as today becomes something else to remember
and the world fills with yet more holes.
If I was certain that what I was looking for was more than wishful thinking
I would search around corners and up stairs
take journeys to places where water tastes different
and people smile for other reasons.
I would take chances on good
and sing songs in bustling streets.

For now I count seventeen penny coins in my hand
and throw them onto the ground.
Knowing that I changed the way the earth looks
and the distance closed a little
I continue forward,
and I continue to search,
because there is nothing else I know
and I want to be certain.

Rebel without a Cause-Finished

Here it is-my Ritzy Cinema 100 Poster competition entry.

Its taken FORTY HOURS to complete but I'm almost sure its worth it. No doubt this is exactly how James Dean hoped he would be remembered-I only wish I could be sure he'd like me.

Let me know what you think maybe-that could be nice.
 

 
For your reference, here is the original.

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James Byron Dean, Ritzy Cinema

Here is my entry in progress for Ritzy Cinema's 100 Poster Competition. I'm sewing the 'Rebel without a Cause' film poster (see below) and I started James Dean yesterday. Sewing with my hands makes even the darkest days seem a little more worthwhile and I can only assume that being remembered with a needle and thread was exactly what James Dean always hoped for.

CURRENT SEWING HOURS = SEVEN.

If I was brave you would love me

This is the latest poem for CreatureMag. To check out the illustrated version click here.
Everybody at one stage or another has wished they had the guts to say something to somebody they care for and this is my experience of that. Sometimes it is easier to imagine grand gestures as opposed to tiny moments when truth is all there is between two people and that is where this poem stems from. I wanted to write something utterly personal that had universal appeal and would perhaps encourage people to step up and be brave.


I consider painting my eyes onto your face
so you could see what I see.
I spend time wishing I could fill your head with my thoughts
hoping you would breathe them into words
and make them into something real.

I walk with you along beaches and
write things I'm too afraid to say into sand
knowing that ocean will erase any proof
before you have the chance to see.
I pick up rocks and collect them in my pockets
because I feel heavy and it's all I know how to do.

Given the chance I would cover your floor with matches,
knowing that even the greatest fires start from tiny sparks,
and hope that even one step
would light even one match
and things between us would be new.

If I was brave you would love me.