Lucy Blackman

I miss ice cream, having lots of lego, being really young. The lack of lego leaves my brain without keeping…

I am a sofa Not a nice sliding sofa with a bed incorporated. Not a sleek steel and leather recliner….

Whoosh, roar, thump, splash. Trees singing war chants before pistol cracks And people scared on screens which encase drowned road…

Hope is a path. My feet skim it. Autism runs my life, And my body is soothed By my spinning…

Seaweed on a wave, dancing, drifting and stranded. A cloud of molecules in red tubes and cream hide. Lovely and…

My bones throb with life – living tissue with strength. My bones hold my head and define my heeled feet….

A world view without compare The smooth sparkles But the rough glows with apricot softness. No projector needed It has…

A triangle in a world of violins An echo but not an original chord My voice sings for the angels.