THROUGH THE SLOTS

Image by Christine Renney There’s shelter on the wharf inside the arcadebut you can stand at the end of the pierand look out to the life through the slotsthe old, craving for quiet nights with a glassand the young, drawn to the lightsardent high spiritsall on the same pathpassing the gaps whereold newspapers and cardboardContinue reading “THROUGH THE SLOTS”

HIS ROOM

Image by Christine Renney The room was dirty not surprising given that it hadn’t been cleaned in months but even so it was dirtier than it should have been dirtier than seemed possible the floor was damp and grimy and the room struck cold but he reached out from where he was sitting on theContinue reading “HIS ROOM”