Image by Christine Renney After walking for so long and so far, the roads have merged in my mind. Just one route and, alongside the relentless traffic, I forged my way straight ahead and I didn’t stop and I didn’t turn. I do recall an abandoned stretch. It had been raining and in the brightContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 38”


Image by Christine Renney Can alcohol still take hold? Get inside and make its demands? Or am I too full of holes and will it seep through the scars? I have separated the can from its companions, freed it from the plastic ring and set it down in front of where I am sitting. LeaningContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 36”


Image by Christine Renney I have money now, just a few coins, and gripping them tightly, I delve deep into the lining of my coat as I walk. I work a coin between my thumb and forefinger. I take them out and move them from hand to hand. I thrust the coins deep into theContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 35”


Image by Christine Renney It isn’t the most inspiring of views. The flats directly opposite, a rectangular block identical to the others. the scuffed tarmac in front of the entrance doors to each of the stairwells and the expanse of patchy grass that separates that block from his. The old man leans forward in hisContinue reading “MOJAVE”