SHRINKING SPACES

Young turks, crass riff raff, a foot in the door and then gradually elbowing their way in. Desperate to control, a sign of the times.

The genteel, old fogies, value systems constrained, constricted and then crowded out, shown the door.

ERASURE

AVE HITCHKI*

This took off from a song I came across.Now traditional Indian folk music is not my everyday cup of tea, but there’s something about the tune that hooked me. The lyrics are about a lover who’s remembering and missing her man who’s gone off elsewhere in search of work.

• AVE HITCHKI – Hindi for “I’ve got the hiccups”.
  According to old folklore, hiccups occur when someone is thinking about you.

ALL YOURS

I don’t know what you want,

but I know what I can give:

Every Thought A Snowflake

Six-pointed bits of white noise

TONGUE TIED

UNFORGETTABLE

Stories

Between two breaths
Between two heartbeats
There is life

Even in a blink
There is vision

Realisation

HERE & NOW