Image by Christine Renney In the beginning she dancedAnd he watched trancelikeFollowing from a distanceMesmerised untilAwakened by the reverenceSurrounding himA colourful arrayItinerant troupeSpectators agapeHe faced a forbiddingGrey suited austerityWords storing in his headBuilding the rhythmThat pulled him to herUnbidden he called her nameInside a thrashing tentAnd she ran from the promisesThe white marquee asked ofContinue reading “HER BLUES”


Image by Christine Renney I didn’t look like him, not really, although there were certain similarities I suppose. We shared a fairish complexion and were about the same height and build but that was it apart from the fact that we dressed alike and I thought this uncanny. We both favoured v-neck sweaters with aContinue reading “THE SEAMS”


Image by Christine Renney Harris picked up the envelope along with others that lay on the doormat. He sifted through and on seeing it was instantly intrigued. It obviously wasn’t junk mail or a credit card statement. He opened it first, pulled the single sheet from inside and, unfolding it, he thought, ‘Oh, it’s oneContinue reading “HOAX”