01

Nazca 2009

my meander scars
point in the right direction
i am a strange loop
a

9

they cut my right hand
a gush of escapism
- I dreamt - unbridled.

Paris May 2008

8

despondency does
not mix well with the color
of my wicked soul.

Haridwar July 2011

7

Ranthambore Oct 2010

pride stripped from my bones,
I'm but a silent rattle -
the dead peacock's cry.

6

torn between extremes,
I watch the red darkness dance
hot blue is my heart.

Cluj-Napoca, Jan 2013

5

Oser, Cluj Napoca March 2012

peddle first chances
rewind, retry - we are all
creatures of habit.

4

blank slate - scribbled trees
spell inert indecision -
slanted inertia.

Bucium January 2012

3

Bucium Jan 2012

        viole(n)t echo -
     I lay in iridescent
  slumber - algid dreams.

2

Inis Mór 2008

step off the grey path
waves lulling the faded shell
no coin in your mouth

1

 

 

crows in the thick fog -
my soul bleeds with the white blues
no tracks on the sky