The Fife Psychogeographical Collective
in fading light, at
cusp of sea and sky
barely a shadow, alone
stalking the shoreline
2 months, 2 weeks
The days are short and very dark at the moment here. Rain came and swept away the nice beautiful snow we had. This photo was taken before the snow had totally melted. 30 more words
2 months, 3 weeks
2 months, 4 weeks
In the gaze of the other
On a Winter Solstice morning I carry wood to the fire
and stoke the arcing flame’s urge to obliterate night.
Borean breath burns those bones of trees slant ways… 203 more words
The Blue Comet
Silence speaks in a voice so subtle,
That I find myself being immersed
Into a state of slumbering fantasy.
Where my sanity so slowly is being, away withered… 113 more words
4 months, 3 weeks
More than a week has passed since Fading Light ended, and maybe I can get my head together and express my experiences after a week in which to digest it. 997 more words
Haven’t posted in a while due to to some work and going a wonderful little music festival in Kerry, Ireland called Fading Light.
Gonna throw up some songs to get me back into the grave. 74 more words
4 months, 4 weeks