Online Hide & Seek

The above's the 1st round in my collage journal; it got edited down to the poem below:

Digital comes forth
to organize your life
into facebook - traces
of journeys, neon blurs
smeared on your path.

A forgettable past,
and the way it was
lost and found.

Nomads

We're nomads in this life.

A Tea Party

What time has come
upon this place
that calls for champions
to fall from grace
and delve into the
renegades?

Alleys, gutters, metal bins:
these are our labyrinths.

My hope is pinned
upon your chest,
my breath is neon
carving space
through chiaroscuro
seams.

You’re dressed in white;
I’m draped in black.

Your arm in mine,
the good, the bad –
a swirl, a twirl, a bend…

A dip, a nod across a room
a dainty sip,
a cuppa.

Do More, Be More.

Like oil-slicked gears, we are urged to do more, create more, buy more, work more efficiently, work faster, more like machines...

And like synthetic organs, machines are tweaked to be more, to be more resilient, more encompassing, more user friendly, intelligent and flexible, more like man.

We are all of us caught in the storm.