Poetic Movements

Food tastes like sunshine pre-Easter before Christmas chilly air crushing down into a decorative fire. The buzz of bees early on Sundays spring in winter time smaller bodies and a sneaky cat hiding underneath the table. Fish & lobsters bouncing “ don’t go”. Disarranged acoustics steps on the floor & the piano keyboard at the background on some Sunday it rains a summer storm and we are having lunch at the balcony. 13 October 2019, Piraeus. Photograph: drifting apart; Samothraki, 10 October 2019, 7.00 am.

Ran out of time again drank a bottle of wine direct looked for leftover dreams to find none and instead of human good deads I recovered a storm. In the shadeless sky how pointless it seems when you try to make me sleep. September 2019, Samothraki. Photograph: Vigla, Chóra, Samothraki; 30 September 2019.