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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SCUTTLE AND SCURRY

We scuttle and scurry through stepping storms and stormy skies, through coughs and cries and hellos and goodbyes. We scuttle and scurry, seasoned citizens battling the seasons, the blistering breezes, the rains and the sneezes, the smothering sweats and the winters that freeze us. We scuttle and scurry from blankets to brollies beneath covetous clouds […]

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