ipernity: Steve Bucknell

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Updated on: June 22, 2022.

Locked Up, album created on July 28, 2021

16 items in total.

Midhopestones Chapel, album created on February 14, 2019

29 items in total.

Accumulated Self, Illustrated Man, album created on February 13, 2019

The Moirai (Scars of Memory) My cicatrix runs from solar plexus to umbilicus: an old laparotomy, badly sewn. I’m scarred with years: events crisscross my skin, harden, burn and bleed again. Wars, disasters, tank tracks gouge my thighs, my back; wire and shrapnel slice my arms. Cadavers and genocides fill the mirror. I feel them crawl, my skin a map of shell holes, craters, rolling scars. We seem absurd, falling through the looking glass to find ourselves in Lisbon, sipping golden whiskey, t…

Day - 4 months ago

Day Day Day of obscure origin scrutiny falls the adjacent horizon the deserted curve also at the root meaning to burn transfuse shine as currents braid hair that rhythm walking supposed New sequences each layer laid one over under makes blur and difficult to see angels so the only reliable sustainable mode is to proceed by counting sheep in the dinted sky It wears away the eyes of the beholder because of echoing multitudes of different spac…

Sleep
- March 10, 2022

Sleep Sleep has mountains queer ladders descending catacombs of melancholic mumbling offering extracurricular activities sweet matriculations swings sharp suits ballrooms dresses Gowns in decrepit deco end of the pier pavilions abandoned skate parks ski slopes strewn with tiny silver aqualungs for deep blue vapour moonlight tie your hair and put your pale Shoes on drift together in disturbed ash tree buds susceptible to mirrors sudden u…
Angelus
- March 6, 2022

Angel threadbare cloth straw wings fringed puzzled grey imp indistinct as water stained gesture perhaps raised elbows feet or heave to turn chiffon spread grave dweller grist of creasing Dust lit stone yards of soft acid flowers rain tattered shimmer may you in what in what mud lips mouth shape as if to speak or fill with sleep the run black gutters street through the falls Debris twisted pipes pulled extruded wings wired deep houses fall through ear…