Triffic crafts!

The competition rule was that the artist could use only one sheet of paper

impressive stuff me thinks.






Also I wrote this last night and seem to have an uncontrollable desire to show my awful prose in public so... here;


Night Terrors,


the silently loping animals, creeping to my bedside.


They whisper, dreams of vivid colour,

where the reason is simple and transparent.


Yet this clarity brings nothing,


no catharsis


no retribution.


Just further excavation,


ahurriedendeavourforhistoricalartifacts,

proof
of
what
previously
existed

Yet either I hunt poorly or arbitrarily


for fact truth or artifact are absent.




So now my memories must draw my tide,


water lapping at my feet


and everything I carved in the sand is swallowed by sea.