Waiting

Waiting for the train to arrive. Page waiting to be turned. A freshly printed novel. Waiting to be desired by wise eyes. A canvas of white, longing for colour. Patches of fresh white snow unmarked by nature. Waiting for the rain to fall. A gathering of clouds aiming...

Atoms Of Light

Alive with existence. I can feel the wind on my face. The atmosphere carries love – like a bird in flight. Monumental buildings scattered, tourists alert. Camera’s ready. The sky, welcoming the darkness. The tower packed. Excitement builds up in my stomach...

Occupied, As I Wait

Hooded figures, emerge as daylight disappears. Dissatisfied with ice-cold steel to sit upon. Waiting, eyes darting. Is that the one? No. Thudding beats – individual ears. Sheeted glass walls, freshly black paint fumes. I study a young girl half naked in the winter...

Diagnosis, On A Sunday Morning

Monotonous Coughing, spluttering. Sirens of babies, whimper. Chairs lined up like soldiers in the hospital white. Diagnosis, on a Sunday morning. Waiting, Aching, Waiting, Watching. Lights dim, low music soothes. Disinfectant fumes, burn my morning eyes. Blood,...

Distractions, Dissertations & Dedication.

So I received information today about my dissertation for next year, third year discussion already? Wow! University really does fly on by… The good thing about being on a creative course is that I can do a creative piece for my final dissertation. YES! We are...