Moleskine Pages- He Called It A Fluke

Every time he tried to possess her, she fund a way to outwit him. He had little respect for her powers. When she got the better of him, he called it a fluke.

Moleskine Pages - Bullets

As the kisses stopped, their hearts hardened and shrunk into two lead bullets that could kill winged creatures. Crows and ravens escaped unharmed but angels didn't.

Moleskine Pages- Eggs Fresh And Fertile

I prayed for eggs fresh and fertile, then I took them for granted.

Moleskine Pages- Smoke And Mirrors

He was tired of making excuses                                                                                               He was tired of hearing them.                                                                                             She told stories that came out of her mouth in layers                                                              Together they gazed at fun- house mirrors in contorted mistrust                                      She looked up at the stars
He denied their existence and mourned her.

Royal College Of Art Secrets 2014- My Contribution

My three cards for this years fund raiser. I can't believe this is my tenth year in a row. I'd love to hear from who ever bought them.

Moleskine Pages- Lividity

A glorious spread, democratically reciprocol. Yet she remained angry...livid, even in death.

Moleskine Pages- It's A Party

They spoke truth to power, just enough to ensure survival. He pissed on them from his high horse; just enough to keep them uncomfortable and preoccupied. It was his party, they, his captive guess. Some bought the uniform, most opted to keep their own clothes.

Moleskine Pages- A Saintly Saint

She was a moveable feast. A picnic basket in human form. A universal mother. I hate her.

Moleskine Pages- Dammit!

Personally I don't appreciate being rescued, especially when I know I need help, I am perverse that way.

Moleskine Pages- I Wish We Could Keep Our Heads Buried In The Sand

This page took less than an hour to complete and I scanned it in straight away. So this is really fresh. I normally allow works to percolate for a time to see if I still liked them , understood them even.

Moleskine Pages- I'd Rather Decline The Honour

Being offered as a sacrifice is an honour not to be taken lightly. To be food for the Gods is a guarantee of immortality. So why did I have to be dragged towards the dark cave?
They were full of joy at not being chosen. The tried to convince me I was the lucky one.

Moleskine Pages- The Smell Of Martyrdom

She disappeared piece by piece over time. We ate bits of her for breakfast, lunch, supper and the occasional snack. She didn't mind...as long as we were happy. The only thing that would have enhanced the taste was a scream of pain or a few tears of regret.

Moleskine Pages - My Own Private Utopia

The roll call came out of the blue. Mentally deducting sins from acts of altruistic goodness, we assembled for judgement. Would context come into the equation? Would my acts of childhood malice and youthful menace count? We jostled and elbowed our way to the back of the queue. Those with money strode smugly to the front.