Sunburn
A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Tag: Literature
Nation
Reflections on communism, inspired by the water colour of a Korean artist/friend/soldier that I crossed paths with in the wise city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
Bonfire
The chapter on burning and touching
Spray Paint
Colouring in
Chewing Gum
Layers
Intercom
Note to self
The Locker Room
Humanising the other is important in city life. Who is next to you on the train? Written from the Central line carriage, The Locker Room asks ‘what builds the social and cultural dynamic of the place you live in?’
Hairdye Decay
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?
Little White Lines
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
