Wandering nightly through the cobbled pavements of the city of dreaming spires,I could not help but notice the darkening shade of sandstone under the...
"Spending years of loneliness
sitting on that toilet seat, a haven
from slow lunch times with no friends, I knew the peeling paint
as if it were my own palm, cream cracking, exposing
the avocado green of the seventies."
The undulating sands stretch out,
a vast expanse, sweltering
under the gaze of the sun
as it burns its way across the sky,
dunes flowing like currents,
tides on...