GROWING GREY

  Settled in, window seat, wet feet flooding past, fleeting reflections in the steaming glass, looking for the light in this city now grown grey like those hairs to hard to hide above those lines the mirrors reveal below the eyes grown weary of watching, how did the road spread itself out so far, behind […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 3; LINES AND LANDSCAPES

What are we but lines crossing, lanes connecting, leaning on lovers lying next to us? What are we but colours caught out of context, in corners too curt for comfort, so often a reflection already faded, a ripple unreadable, a trace too tepid to be touched, a shade too subtle to be seen. Blue, like […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 1, FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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