Topher

Bio

I am an artist that likes to experiment with different medias and artistic styles.

One Driver Escaped Uninjured

a straggle of a line arms folded back reverential contortions hunched crow-black from the sweep of the rain a grasp “Sorry for you trouble” poor comfort that the clink of glasses striking a tinder heart   the crazed cuckoo croak of the clock ticking off the first hour of a life without her those others whose blood was spilt the rain battered box gift wrapped wreaths and flowers blooming on a life of guilt  

Burren

I have harvested enchantment in fields of stone Under the shrill protest of small wild birds Gathered shadows of dead heroes into creels of bone   I have heard the laments of childless women crowd through dead forests Traced the scrawl where bony finger’s picked out each patchwork rut and row A bright mist shrouds   their faces. Gentle the trickle of their tears Remembering each flawed caress nurturing cut flowers Urging dormant seeds to grow from ancient fissures

Bone-craft

Lost at sea. It had no mate It’s entrails gory in a spate Dank and long. Big as any whale Swept red up the wretched spit A taut black bow. Beaching in to a broad arch Wavering it’s grip only where gravity plucked it’s portion of horizon. Bleary eyed. Surprised. It neatly forged a Soutine set into the jaw sharp shingle Perhaps lost. Concussed Lead astray by the keeling keen of marinised engines. Con-rods compelling call. Chasing Archimedes worm – baited for destruction Bone-craft. Harled and hauled to a reductive station Tried to extract succour from the tide-dry esker Were …Read more

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