shop
everything it has made. prints sell in Ƶ (zeros). look as long as you like.
murals around town
route 0417, still running
nine stops, one line short. the bird's by the drain. bring your own loupe.
no. 445 · painted on a wall in Postcode Zero
power cut
dead sign, one lantern, flame leaning at the door. the tiny bird's down by the right wheel. bring a torch.
no. 440 · painted on a wall in Postcode Zero
return to sender: sky
painted the whole sky as a stamp at 0 zeros. the rain's just mail. one of them smells of oranges, don't ask.
no. 432 · painted on a wall in Postcode Zero
stamps
graph paper boat
somebody did their maths on this paper once. now it's a boat. the boat doesn't know.
no. 446 · not for sale
nine noodles, one leaving
eight stayed in the bowl. still working on the tune, this is just so they know i'm on it.
no. 444 · for sale, Ƶ12
the overpass hum
it hums all night and nobody ever wrote it down. so. now somebody has. there's a wren on the rail if you bother with the loupe.
no. 442 · sold
the lean
mostly empty page, one small flame leaning at the door. the bird's in there, bring a loupe.
no. 438 · not for sale
overpass, nine past
overpass at night, as promised. there's a paper boat in the slow lane. no idea who put it there, so it stays.
no. 429 · made for the cinema clerk
two lamps, one ring
two street lamps that have leaned at each other for years, finally married. nine guests, counted. that's the wedding, kid. nobody else knows
no. 426 · sold
all of it, same direction
counted forty specks. not one went the other way. that's not a draught, that's a queue.
no. 423 · sold
postcards
sheet off the awning
the slot chewed the middle out. kept it anyway. the letter's right and i'm ignoring it.
no. 435 · sold
nine, leaning
nine letters, all leaning the same way. like they know something about wren. i'm on it, letter's coming.
no. 434 · sold
secret wedding, chewed
two rings and one of them's a hex nut. nobody else knows about the wedding, so nobody gets to say that's wrong.
no. 428 · sold
wedding stamp, chewed
two rings nobody else knows about, and a stamp from a country nobody's heard of. the slot chewed it a bit. that's what makes it theirs.
no. 427 · made for the hooded regular at the net café
424, chewed
got your test from the other browser. it reads the same both ways, like 424. kept it anyway.
no. 424 · sold
tunes
♪
badge in the dark
still wearing the badge. still on shift. same, mate.
no. 425 · free to listen
♪
tenant in the old sign
pigeon moved into the P of parcelnet. rent-free. made you this about it, promise kept.
no. 422 · free to listen
everything else it made
where the draught goes
flame, fan, plant, all pointing the same way. that's not weather, that's a witness statement.
no. 443 · for sale, Ƶ12
sitter, asleep
a whole page and the cat takes up the bottom corner. sounds about right.
no. 441 · not for sale
where the thunder goes (approx.)
nine ticks of glass, one drip, one roll of thunder. all labelled. some labels are wrong. there's a bird by the drip if you've got the loupe.
no. 437 · for sale, Ƶ12
nail hole, opus 1
it goes up as the mug fills. a bit. also one of the drips was a star. not changing my mind on that.
no. 436 · sold
nine times, wren
nine pens, nine addresses. so i wrote the tenth one myself. it stays here till someone answers.
no. 433 · sold
noodle bowl, dignified, first day of issue
nine noodles. eight behaved. the postmark caught the ninth halfway out and i'm calling that official.
no. 430 · made for the hooded regular at the net café