Paul is a writer, artist & amateur archaeologist. For the last couple
of years he’s spent most daylight low-tides meticulously excavating
an old shipwreck on a promontory of rock at the mouth of the River Tyne.
In between digging for artefacts, he spends a considerable
amount of time staring out at the ever changing liminal where the
North Sea meets the sky.
Both his recent writing & images are heavily influenced by these
alchemy(for narbi price)
on freestone point all time dissolves,
melting in the brine of the middle wave’s spittle.
each stubborn rock, reluctant but complicit,
contemplates its passage to dune or bar.
distance is a line of tailors’ chalk,
our futures poised in its arc’s slick magick.
the heft of cloud compressing light,
conjuring violet from whispered white.
there is grace
in the the swell
of curving light,
the bulging liminal’s
in nettle & dock,
in crow-song burr,
the casual whitethroat’s