snuffling

this is a small painting on aluminium

this work is in fabric and both go with this poem:

snuffling

truffling

pinky plaything

nude as a

new born vole

knowing you're naked

blind as a baby

wanting to stay

in the womb

of the hole

is there another

is there a mother

cleaning the litter

gathering crumbs from the floor?

or

did she die

giving birth?

will you fly

leave this earth

somewhere are there more ?

and so you tunnel on

alone

unaware,leaving home.

new work

There is loads of work that I could put up here if anyone is looking at it.In fact there is a house full.

biscuit tin poem

I have altered Biscuit Tin so that you can now read it.If anyone is looking that is.This is not really a true example of my poems but one I did to sell in aid of Medecins Sans Frontieres.

here are some more pictures and poems