loveliness unfathomable

talk to me not of your teeth-tiered sharks

I'm writing a song

Portrait of the artist at work

Coffin

The goth in the coffin sat up; straight backed, arms outstretched, Bella Lugosi style.

Coins

Somewhere out there the sand turns to sea and somewhere beyond that the sea turns to sky, but you can't see it because all there is today is grey mist.

Freefall

Falling ... Falling ... Falling ...