Moleskine Pages- Demons

She smiled knowing her demons were right behind her, laughing at her, holding the blue birds of her happiness captive. She could live without fear if only she could give up on those bloody birds.

Moleskine Pages- As The Birds Told Me

There came a time when I spotted the joins. I saw the hand inside the puppet, and the wires holding the world together. Who would go to so much trouble and why? I wish I hadn't been nosy, even as the birds told me to.

Moleskine Pages- Drowning The Muse

Part III of  'The Murder Of The Muse' Series based on a poem by the artist and poet Vivienne strauss.
'She abhorred violence, and cringed at the "Look at me" displays of attention seeking petulance. But if the voices in her head and pictures in her mind took human form, she would cheerfully drown them.

Moleskine Pages- Killing The Muse

Part II of 'The Murder Of The Muse Series', inspired by the eponymous poem by Vivienne Strauss.
' They looked forward to their feast with a greedy hot- blooded anticipation. They planned the menu and selected their prey with great are and benevolence. The chosen cuts were honoured offerings. To be consumed by the elite is a privilege bestowed on few, if only they knew...The rich shall inherit the earth and heaven.

Molskine Pages- Stoning The Muse

This is for my friend the artist Vivvienne Strauss. The picture is part of a series inspired by Vivienne's poem 'Murder Of The Muse'.
'She never made a secret of the fact that she had a vested interest in hanging around. She had ideas, thoughts and flights of fancy that needed expression. She wanted a conduit. I wanted her to shut the fuck up.'

Moleskine Pages- Waiting For Ghosts

We waited impatiently for them to come back. We tended those eggs as if they were made in China of inferior materials by underpaid, overworked slaves. When the eggs hatch our lives can begin again. We will wake up fresh and rested, happy and hopeful. we are waiting to be haunted...waiting for ghosts.

Moleskine Pages- I Read the News

Their mother; Their first home was scheduled for demolition. She was packed with explosives to drown out the noise of her cries. She was a church and they had lost their faith.