Saint Beckett

The silver pie…..

…….needs a silver spoon.

….yum yum.

…..needs a moon.

And a friend out shopping at the boxing day sales.

….using old stories.

My intention is to make little illustrated classic books. But that’s just an idea.

….of all this nothing.

……my toad feet.

…..to what has happened.

….to take you where you need to go.

…..doing my best to appear normal.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at. But it smells like shit around here.”

…as I walked into the bookshop, I said hello only to be met with the cold stare of an old dead fish, unblinking, and staring at me the whole time.

….to the great nothing.

Unfinished works November 2024.