Archive for April, 2007

finger pointing

they pull my hair, they stole my comb


standing on daddy

looking askance

big sun

The cold Irish sun burning above my chimney. I wasn’t afraid: our sun is so cold I could look at this for ages and not even go slightly blind.

why are you here today?

I was on a communications course recently and at the start of the first day we all had to write up on a wall the things we hoped to learn.

These are everybody’s hopes.

a wall with feet

I saw this wall with feet when I was out and about and it just cracked me up. I can only wonder where the rest of this wall is.

Is there a wall body and a wall head somewhere?

three on the floor

two on the floor