these things that leave us
words unsaid in unspent intent lips unkissed wished-for news lost not sent these things that leave us
iPhone Photographer of the Year 2017
words unsaid in unspent intent lips unkissed wished-for news lost not sent these things that leave us
My eyes twitched. The eyelids and lashes seemed incapable of independent movement. How long had I been asleep? Had I been asleep? Like paper tearing my eyes began to open.
We thought we would take the group therapy to a new level. It was not my idea. I was never one for ideas, well not new ones. Often, just to
Imagine the scene. You are walking along, minding your own business, chatting away with your friend, when ahead of you on the opposite side of the road you see a
I guess I can appear strange to onlookers when they see me taking photographs of blank walls or raindrops forming on car roofs. It is something I am aware of
I was in class yesterday. To the left of my desk through the window is this little green area with rows of young trees and paths on either side. The
I love trees. There is something so attractive about them for me. I love the fact that they are fixed to the ground and grow towards the sun. That their leaves
I first met Fred on a cold, winter’s day in a second hand record store. I could not help but notice him, his inflated head bop-bopping along to the tune
– It’s too foggy, Daddy. How can he see? – Too foggy? – Ya, I can’t see him. Is that China? – China? – Ya. In China it is
There is a conversation in my head. I am not sure it can be heard. I am not sure of its words. I don’t stop to listen; it’s just heard.