David ToopApparition Paintings

You could touch him but he wasn’t there

Tiny human figurines made from sand. If you held these to your ear, you heard soft sweet music

A ghost travelling half a mile from its own shape

For believing (you were a strange beautiful unearthly creature from a faraway planet)

Smaller life spirits (that inhabit the joints)

She fell asleep somewhere outside the world

All I desire

When I first came here (I thought I’d never get used to the trains; now when it’s quiet I get nervous)

Always she seemed to be listening to some foray in the blood, that had no known setting

Some of them (to isolate themselves even further, beat their own ears until the tiny bones within were crushed)

Possibly it was only the coming of certain indefinable hours

Suddenly the world had dropped away