' I Don't Like The Cut Of Your Jib'

So these are a small selection of poems/writings I have transferred into images. They were loosely connected around the time of writing so form a small collection, along with the previous blog post.

'Blame Hollywood'

New writing. Little bit obsessed with teeth and mouths. Enjoy.

'I never bought her flowers'

Just some pieces from leftovers on my desk.

Back-Of-The-Packet Calculations 4

Exercises in exorcising prose

Back-Of-The-Packet Calculations 3

Continuing my packet calculations. Here are a few more. They may possibly make it into a zine type publication sometime in the not too distant future.

Back-of-the-packet calculations 2

Some further works on packets. Quite enjoying these at the minute. A way of using up writing that sometimes doesn't find a place in poems.

'I'm Exactly Like My Father'

So I wrote this the other day. I had it in my head when trying to get a present for June 16 th. Here's to dads.

Back-Of-The-Packet Calculations

I don't think fag packet warnings are serious enough. Here are some alternatives. If you're gonna warn people for the benefit of their health then at least cover all angles.

S/S/S Exhibition: Whatever Is Here Is Not There

So our little 'collective' S/S/S has its first exhibition at Pretty Scruffy in Chichester. It is an amalgamation of some of the initial works we have created together. The closing party is tomorrow if you fancy it.

S/S/S Studio Prep

In the studio. Flypost Planning.

"Just Like My Quiltcovers"

This writing is quite old but nonetheless here you go. It was an incredibly bad hangover.

Build Up

"Build Up". Some more writing I put to an image, I couldn't help but use the image of someone falling. It's pretty fitting.

S/S/S: Inside/Outside

Works. Inside. Outside. Stay Tuned. Remember Gloves.

When The World Was Steady

Reworked this poem I had knocking about for awhile. Found this kid and thought it suited the tone. Enjoy

Heartbroken Beatnik

Self Explanatory. I need to stop smoking on another note.

Drun k

I saw that girl again.

I Was Only Being Me

Made an image from some words I wrote awhile back. The title is from a conversation I overheard my friend having and the starting point of the poem.

She wore a dress of Midnight ( Your RPM / My BPM)

Sometimes people make me write things down.

S/S/S I Have a studio S/S/S

So as 2012 draws to a close, I have been a bit slack on the creative front, from measures out of my control. However I have very exciting news that I now have studio space for 2013. Stay tuned. It's going to be big. Here's a sneak peek. S/S/S

The Trouble With Lemon Curd...

Everytime I eat lemon curd, it's after I've burnt the toast. Just wondered whether lemon is the only way to cover up burnt toast or I genuinely enjoy it. I've done it for as long as I can remember. Anyways this used a lot of pens, coffee and a bit of my order pad at work.