The Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexic, yet I

write too much, the same frayed ends,

or should that be ‘to much’ –

you may read it either way;

we write to much the same ends,…

Mirror (#writephoto)


berobbed weapon

scrying, warning, being

wars of crimson in reflective


Art reflecting Life, Art in Conflict with Life

A repetition in my art are words and image on glass. There is something about seeing life happen in the glass and the witness seeing themselves in the glass that appeals. In its simplest form this means there is both conflict and collaboration between daily reality and ‘art’ in the work. Art, writing does reflect and battle against our…