A Taste of Honey
Honey poured from his mouth Or was it the holy spirit?
Honey poured from his mouth Or was it the holy spirit?
Festering intolerance, tumbling memories in sleep becoming incoherence, no time to stop, take stock, of what we’re saying. Look up, Continue reading
Monastery garden stands outside of time, no place for strife or conflict Mary’s shrine, guards the names of loved ones, Continue reading
Copyright John de Gruyther 2018
We’re all identical in certain eyes deep inside To feminise doesn’t de-humanise but the words we’re using do Oh Mother Continue reading
This is what I look like Only light For years worrying that my hairline doesn’t look right Doesn’t conform to Continue reading
This project started with a picture of a man on a bridge. Initially I didn’t know what it meant or Continue reading