A poem —
Nothing romantic about daylight9amThe dreamer’s sunrise is damagedand ultimately, perishesFalling…
A poem
Our buttons clickWheels onto tracksPause; Play1000bpm; RELAXRollingBlowing outThe world’s biggest…
Coffee coloured spitBlends into the dustStar light dirt trackQuick sand; black holeTropical haze? No…
A poem…
Errands on a SundayMisty rain, a glum skyThe morning after no sunshinein the slums — hazy2…
‘But it is pretty to see what money will do’Samuel Pepys Diary — March 21 1666