
she wore a bikini like a vague sun that brushed her flesh with a promise,
a holy kiss that blushed her skin and brought all doubts to a brief conclusion.
these were the days.
honey coated with a lick of sun and a memory to defy the passing of time.
minima-B was an idea for my poetry and art to combine. hugely influenced by haiku, hence the minima and also by basho and beefheart, hence the B. i would like to think that i had, like my great hero, captain beefheart, created, by merging various elements, something new. something a little different. unique even. i probably haven't but i am very proud of these works. here, then, are my arty farty bits.