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the beginning: the first time i got a like on my first selfie i felt so alive. like someone was watching. like somebody really saw me. like somebody finally cared. i’d just woken up. the photo was of my lips; … Continue reading
a short rotund boy in a private school uniform – dress pants, white long sleeved shirt and a tie – runs joyfully out of a shop and up the street in front of me. bobbing from side-to-side with a plastic … Continue reading
days into days into weak minds desperate to find the beginning or the end. colours fade to grey stains strayed from heaven to witness hell’s flames. birds chirp simple messages into the morning light, it’s time to wake and be … Continue reading
coffee stained girlfriend lends lycra strained rangers sad grey stationary cigarettes. floral printed leather fingered p&o cruising piss stained tyre chariots. tired shopping bagged baker’s delights. faded hungry plastic flowers on the menu behind glass wait for their owner’s chemical … Continue reading
sleeping saints in faded paint stained shoes lose yesterday’s blues. grey and green scenes sway where demented god’s children play. brick laid cages breed decomposing seeds starved on distracted needs. pixel prisons soak young eyes dark cloaked. uniformed drones roam … Continue reading
sour faced cheque book convertible driving have you paid the cleaner? panty-hosed-golden-wristed dollar bill fisted sisters red nailed failures of beauty. -jw
I recently interviewed Australian painter/musician Daniel O’Toole aka Ears. It was my last article for T-SQUAT magazine and has been published in two parts. Part one outlines his development as an artist and the second explores the psychological and philosophical elements to … Continue reading
I need to go deep down within my deepest darkest pleasure, deep deep down dark and shine a torch on my soul to measure, what lies deep and in the dark forgotten by the light, blindfolded and on bloodied knees … Continue reading
I recently visited the ‘Francis Bacon – Five Decades’ show at the Art Gallery of NSW in Sydney. I took along a pad and a pen and jotted down some words as I made my way through this incredible exhibition … Continue reading
a piece i wrote up for freelove magazine. after reading some of my other work, they gave me the word ‘inappropriate’ as a loose thematic starting point, so i wrote this: ___________________ ‘none of this is true’ I walked onto a … Continue reading
lying on your black yoga mat in the wind on a wealthy hill looking over sydney harbour. you said you used to ride your motorbike here when you were sad. eating vegan chocolate raspberry slice from your cafe an old … Continue reading
rarely does the right leaf fall to the ground who lost the skies, from pure seeds pure trees grow tall and in confusion darkness lies. simple words for a complex thing all we’re given is all that we need, two … Continue reading
(float) like dust off the moon’s silver shoes. (fall) like a white-hot meteor pummeling the earth trading mercy for pleasure. (bloom) every colour’s dream. (blot) the pad of a poet’s lost truth. (dance) with the devil’s fiancé. (fuck) a pregnant … Continue reading
day-light-savings is fun because you get to time travel. welcome to the future, there’s a few things you should know. yellow is now called ‘realoper’. sugar is salt and everyone is asexual. the earth is flat again. they discovered the … Continue reading
strolling through st kilda east, a warm melbourne spring morning. a certain nostalgic, ambient romance gently permeates my human sensibilities. the smell of pink virginal blossom floats jovially – the city is stretching, rubbing its eyes and optimistically contemplating the … Continue reading
old lady of chapel street wise eyes that have never lied (hiding) beneath the table place your head gently on my lap and remind me that I am alone. (thrown bones) soft lover, hater of nothing you are a teacher … Continue reading
purple jacket of private school youth with golden badges and no hair product plays chess with his mum whilst eating a croissant and drinking a hot chocolate which he didn’t finish. my mum always refused my chess requests. eating a salmon bagel … Continue reading
a series of fake quotes.
from your facebook updates ’cause i had sex with your ex-girlfriend.
Bruce Wayne understands the power of a mask and he knows what Cat Woman looks like naked. ABOVE is an outsider whose identity remains a mystery; a human being who understands what it is to feel alive; and an artist … Continue reading
vaginas in the young night green-light-flesh-reflected i’m sure it’s firm and tender but it’s nothing i haven’t felt before. vaginas grouped together tight in lost evenings of youth expected dressed up and down for town nubile ass on display the … Continue reading
desire and the search for pleasure are omnipresent. you can choose to act on instinct any way you want with me.
music is a really interesting medium to create within and express yourself through. it stimulates a very specific part of the human psyche and can generate passionate, visceral reactions. the idea that an emotion or feeling can be conveyed simply through sounds, … Continue reading
tom waits is singing about new orleans on youtube. there is an obese black woman on the muted television wearing an azure moomoo. i cannot think of the word moomoo without thinking of the simpsons episode when homer gets really … Continue reading
does nectar taste less sweet in a dream? a mirage is paradise if it makes you believe. answers don’t need questions to survive. i am invisible through ignorant eyes. -jw.
Excellent read. Wild loose erratic observant sensitive spontaneous poetic prose.
Waiting for the G train green line on the map from Queens to Brooklyn to get on the blue line A train to change onto the C at Utica Avenue en-route to the Air-Train at Howard Beach then to terminal … Continue reading
jetlag mixed with daylight savingstoo lazy to get uppissing in a bottle. -jw
“Something that my hypnotherapist said…” I want not for your world absurd, watches, cufflinks and leather. Keep your perfectly ironed starched striped shirts that don’t enjoy the weather. “I think arrogance is healthy…” High profile campaigns will always wane … Continue reading
in the morning frost the cats step slowly. beautiful young girls running up the library steps with shorts on.
I recently interviewed Justin Maller. Freelance digital artist and Creative Director of the international digital artist collective, Depthcore. “Maller’s own abstracted works are improvised explorations into his “chaos interior”. They are anecdotes of the spirit, flights into a final fantasy - renderings suspended in … Continue reading
I’m beginning to have difficulties recalling the books I’ve read over the last few years, so I’m compiling a list of texts I can remember reading and can recommend – for my own posterity if nothing else. I thought … Continue reading
what’s the recipe for your necessities? greedy ingredients don’t mix well. too baked to bake. shake things up a little. don’t spill your words on my screen. clean up after yourself. huh? can i scrape the bowl? space is deep, … Continue reading
happy birthday breakfast guy at table next to me in cafe with cute girl dressed like sixties luke skywalker hippie long hair head band jewellery talking about being in a band in a floaty voice reminds me of rollerblader with … Continue reading
knuckles down against the street praying for change to keep things the same whilst his friends watch on. he’s collecting coins for everyone. I ask him for a portrait, he throws up two peace signs. I wonder if he’s been … Continue reading
I don’t know you very well; in fact, I don’t really know you at all. These are not emotional thoughts. They are words of appreciation and celebration of a woman who has occupied an unusual area of my conscious for … Continue reading
drunk hellos fall on deaf ears full of noise what’s the point point? boom boom boom small talk is small haaa haaaa haaa you can’t see imperfections in the dark… -jw