Image by Mark Renney Listening from the bridge In the silence Between Each clank on the rail Building my pockets With coal Sleepers dug in Like shadows SHADOWS HADOWS ADOWS DOWS OWS WS S Lopsided carriage Bales on the muddy bank Night spills on to the table And the patches between The lightest touch AContinue reading “RICH NIGHT”


His disappearing was an impressive act and only I could see it. I saw him and also what was happening and it was as if someone had taken a giant marker pen and drawn around him. A thick and jagged line that separated him from everything and everyone else and this line was getting biggerContinue reading “GHOST PROLOGUE 2”