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”

GHOST LETTER 54

Image by Christine Renney It was just beginning to get light when I set out from the City and now it is almost dark. I have walked right through the daylight hours, from dawn to dusk. The road on my right as I walked was blurred and noisy, like an out of tune radio orContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 54”

THE DISCARDED

Image by Christine Renney I won’t claim that this will be a complete and definitive history of the Mind Wipes because that would be impossible. But I am almost seventy years of age and I have been drained only once. In order to achieve this, to survive with my memories intact, my mind unaltered byContinue reading “THE DISCARDED”

GHOST LETTER 44

Image by Christine Renney It isn’t as deserted here on the outskirts as I had at first believed. This tract of wasteland circles the City and I have been walking it for almost a week. Gradually I have become aware of the life here, that despite the degradation there are pockets of industry. And despiteContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 44”