THE MESSAGE

Image by Christine Renney As he walks Davis thinks almost constantly about stopping. This idea, more, this conviction plays in his head as if on a spool. An extract from a news bulletin but one he has missed, that he hasn’t heard, one, perhaps, he has had to invent. It isn’t so much that DavisContinue reading “THE MESSAGE”

GHOST LETTER 36

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”

GHOST LETTER 31

Image by Christine Renney The cars are predictable. They crawl through the narrow and crowded streets at a snail’s pace. Searching for parking spaces. As soon as one moves away from the kerb, another is readying to take its place. This battle is almost constant. It is an elaborate board game, play pausing just brieflyContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 31”

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”

GHOST LETTER 26

Image by Christine Renney As I walk I am reassured by the line of traffic on my right – by its constancy – but I don’t look directly at it. Instead, I focus on the road ahead and it is just a blur and harmless, a childish scrawl of smudged crayon. I have become fascinatedContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 26”