Image by Mark Renney The Bus Station is no longer a beacon, a light I can head toward at night or a place where I can just fleetingly expose myself to a little daytime bustle or I can step into from out of the cold and warm my hands on a polystyrene cup of weakContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 52”
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GHOST LETTER 50
Image by Mark Renney The bus station has become the focus of my latest route. This place, where people congregate and prepare to leave and where they arrive, is now the centre of the trail I have forged here in the City. I have tried not to stray too far from the station but thisContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 50”
THE TRANSITION
Image by Christine Renney The hardest part for me was the departure, turning from the body, walking away from my earthly remains. I lingered and I lingered and I knew it was dangerous to do so. I couldn’t stay there, in that room. I stepped backward and gazed down at the body slumped on theContinue reading “THE TRANSITION”
GHOST LETTER 48
Image by Christine Renney I have tried for so long to go unnoticed, to be unseen but I realise now that I haven’t wandered so very far from where people congregate. I maintain a distance, yes, looking in from the outer edges as it were. But I haven’t turned my back and run away, althoughContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 48”
GHOST LETTER 45
Image by Christine Renney I have been walking this route for weeks now, making my way around again and again. I am not ready to stop, not quite yet, but I have managed to slow down and I am able to loiter and linger and meander, wandering from the road and exploring my surroundings, venturingContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 45”
GHOST LETTER 38
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”
GHOST LETTER 37
Image by Christine Renney Everything is so much smaller now and each day familiar, echoing the last. On the road the repetition was harsh and ceaseless. I wasn’t able to retire in the evenings and sleep in a bed and, come morning, begin afresh. I still can’t but somehow I have managed to establish aContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 37”
GHOST LETTER 34
Image by Christine Renney I have managed to settle at last. I sit on the pavement and look up. The buildings above the shops, once regal, are now in disrepair. The City glares back at me in the windows but one of the blinds is broken. Where the slats have fallen away I can seeContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 34”
GHOST LETTER 28
Image by Christine Renney I am walking away from the road at last. The footpath is leading me across a field and through waist high corn or is it wheat? Anyhow, it is a sea of something and in this dull light it isn’t golden but brown. I resist the urge to stop and turn.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 28”
GHOST LETTER 27
Image by Christine Renney I still intend to keep walking but the road now is a distraction. It has become too much, the noise and the lights at night. There is a bridge up ahead and I wonder about all the others just like it that I must have passed. But I haven’t noticed andContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 27”
