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Here’s a dig back into the archives, to a video poem I made back in 2013. This piece was subsequently shown at the Visible Verse festival in Vancouver. It’s one Continue reading
“And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to Continue reading
There doesn’t need to be a ghost for someone to be haunted. The tales I write are not ghost stories. They are haunting stories – some of which, it so Continue reading
The poem “Suburban Sylph of Crying Owls”: haunted by almost ghosts. How life in the almost urban retains echoes of a lost, prehuman world. there, just beneath the surface, or in the cry of owls, or in the shadows cast by the street lights through the trees: you can feel them. The suburban sylph are there.
Featuring the artwork of Carine Brosse, this video poem was shown in Vancouver, BC during the Visible Verse Festival of 2013.