Dead bird


You find pieces of yourself.
You put them in a box.
You put the box under the bed.
You go to sleep and you dream of dead birds, and bones and old hag stones,
And the thousand ways you could come home to yourself,
If only you had the courage to walk off the edge of your fear.



Fighting against gravity


Soundscape experiments continue – I am working towards building up a resource of ambient soundsketches that can be used on my Dream Machine project. The below soundscape includes  some collected sounds from my recent visit to Somerset, a beautiful thumb piano I recently picked up, and some children’s drums I found on the cheap.


Image is a photo collage of recent visit to Stanton Drew stone circle at dusk (during my trip to Somerset).