We stood there at the bus stop like we were standing at the edge of the world. Ready for our call to battle in the square of no man's land on this arbitrary road. Each with a number - a place to go. Readying ourselves to be shuttled into the rest of our lives. We … Continue reading Bus Stops
I believe that all of humanity can be observed on the doorsteps of the world. In that hallowed space between the sweet safety of home and the promise of the rest of the world, there, the species’ capacity for love, deprivation, humility, kindness, hatred is all laid to bear witness to. There, where tears fall hardest, … Continue reading Just a quick thought on doorsteps.
It was as if the sunlight had been caught between your hands, as you weaved them to perform your intricate snipping, the morning flashing off the scissors – staring back at my reflection My reflection staring back at me – as the shadows licked the desk and you cut away the edges, you tell me … Continue reading Microdose