For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
Teddy you inhabit my earliest memories, Teddy: an echo of solace and reassurance like me, you came into the world naked; wrapped now in the red granny knitted for you to cover up a shame you never felt, unlike me and as our realm filled with adventure you became a viking warrior,... Continue Reading →
Being haunted is, relatively speaking, easy. When you are old enough – and sometimes, more tragically, before you should be – you have interacted sufficiently with the darker side of human nature to have been hurt profoundly. People hurt other people. It is one of the inescapable legacies we leave. No matter how much we... Continue Reading →
Have you ever looked at a photograph and wondered what the people are really thinking and feeling behind the pinned-on smiles? Do you sometimes imagine what stories are masked behind the poses? There is an inevitable disjuncture between who we are in private and who we are in public. I think that is the way... Continue Reading →
titanic - peter (1975 - ) the grey day deepens, darkens into dusk; the writhing waters, softly sighing, resign themselves to powers beyond the brooding sky. far below the restless, shifting surface of the sea, where night and day and season cannot reach, the ghostly bulk of a rusting wreck rests in the frigid... Continue Reading →
Vapors In The Wind 