A man sits on a Cretan beach, staring out to sea, musing on the trackways of his life, thoughts moving timelessly as waves break upon the warm sands. “…another wave rolls its crash to un its fold / another thought stirs, rises to crescendo, sings out, falls…” This is ‘Afterimages’, simultaneously a deeply self-referential and abstracted text exploring the Janus-like perspectives of middle age, an elegiac reverie of all the people the poet used to be as he has wandered from one life to another, and a creative plunging into fragments of Greek mythology. “…fifty is midlife and I often feel like dying, / or like I am dying falling through time…” A text filled with questions that bubble up when a forward-looking Queer, ADHD artist and poet comes to a point where time starts to draw him backwards, where he sighs with the movements of the sea, where he dreams the murmuring closures of Glaucos drowning in the honey pot at Knossos. “…this too is mystes, an unwinding of sorts, / into which you must immolate: sacrifice yourself / into the sweetness…”