Deflate the Illusions

We were illusionists painting with all our favourite colours. Enamored by your elaborate hoaxes and your divine stories that wrapped me in cloaks of magic. Watching the fat snow flakes fall tonight, I take white to the walls of my mind and erase all those splendid words, the illusion warps and tears. Through the masks …

Sorrow songs

The lights brighten and frighten life back into my eyes I had separated the egg from the yolk The dizzy spells of memory catching And resurrecting a time and place. For awhile the mythologies fade each second stretched over canvas and images displayed objectively. I piece together the last hours when my body was slipped …