Image by Mark Renney The Bus Station is no longer a beacon, a light I can head toward at night or a place where I can just fleetingly expose myself to a little daytime bustle or I can step into from out of the cold and warm my hands on a polystyrene cup of weakContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 52”
Tag Archives: Separation
HUM
Image by Christine Renney In the low sunlight I can’t see the border but I can hear its hum
GHOST LETTER 41
Image by Christine Renney To say I have completed the circle and made my way around again would be going too far, and yet these city streets that I frequent and where I linger they form a block and it has become somewhere. A place I can’t help feeling isn’t so unlike the one fromContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 41”
THE ERASER #8
Image by Christine Renney When tracking a suspect Tanner was always diligent; recording everything, scrawling it in a little notebook, all he observed and managed to over hear, no matter how mundane or insignificant it might seem. He believed the details mattered, that they were important, a part of it. Alone in his apartment, TannerContinue reading “THE ERASER #8”
THE DIVIDE
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 30
Image by Christine Renney Since abandoning the road I have become more and more pre-occupied with time. The idea that I might, that I will, that I do stop, is constantly lodged in my head as I walk. I feel now that I was pushing against the road, that the traffic, all the cars andContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 30”
LOOKING DOWN
Image by Christine Renney He trawls through the city, as often as he is able. He carries the camera, although he hasn’t used it in months. It is a prop, camouflage. He lifts it to his face and, pressing his eye to the viewfinder, he gazes off to the side or up above. He pointsContinue reading “LOOKING DOWN”
HIS AND HERS
Image by Christine Renney They were separating, pulling apart. It had been happening for a while, for an age in fact, and yet they still shared a bed and a bathroom and the kitchen stove. In order to end it they needed to talk, to sit down face to face. There was so much theyContinue reading “HIS AND HERS”
MOJAVE
Image by Christine Renney It isn’t the most inspiring of views. The flats directly opposite, a rectangular block identical to the others. the scuffed tarmac in front of the entrance doors to each of the stairwells and the expanse of patchy grass that separates that block from his. The old man leans forward in hisContinue reading “MOJAVE”
The Brokedown Pamphlet 