Urban – The Brokedown Pamphlet

Image by Christine Renney There is a window in the early hours when the bus station is deserted. The rush hour crowd is long gone and it is a chance for the others, for those who don’t leave, to step in from out of the rain and take shelter. It is our turn to wait.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 51”

GHOST LETTER 50

Image by Mark Renney The bus station has become the focus of my latest route. This place, where people congregate and prepare to leave and where they arrive, is now the centre of the trail I have forged here in the City. I have tried not to stray too far from the station but thisContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 50”

GHOST LETTER 45

Image by Christine Renney I have been walking this route for weeks now, making my way around again and again. I am not ready to stop, not quite yet, but I have managed to slow down and I am able to loiter and linger and meander, wandering from the road and exploring my surroundings, venturingContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 45”

GHOST LETTER 37

Image by Christine Renney Everything is so much smaller now and each day familiar, echoing the last. On the road the repetition was harsh and ceaseless. I wasn’t able to retire in the evenings and sleep in a bed and, come morning, begin afresh. I still can’t but somehow I have managed to establish aContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 37”

NOWHERESVILLE

Image by Christine Renney He leans over the rail and gazes down. The Precinct is big and it is flat and featureless and, if it wasn’t for the people, the paved areas, the walkways and the communal squares would be indistinguishable from the roofs of the buildings. It is a rough sketch, an idea atContinue reading “NOWHERESVILLE”

A PETRIFIED CIRCLE

Image by Christine Renney She is full to brimming Short and scary Unfettered by humility And loudly croaking abuse Her daughter moves from her In a petrified circle

SOLE TO SOUL

Image by Christine Renney With the full weight Of his soul on the bottle He crushes glass to pavement And kicks The old lady spits her gum

GHOST LETTER 22

I have become so adept at it, the getting close and yet retaining a space, a divide. It is flat here, a desperate patch without a roof and no walls apart from the one I have built and that is sturdy enough and tall. But there is the slightest of cracks and I can seeContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 22”

THE MURAL

Edward visited the supermarket at least two or three times a day and sometimes as often as five times. It was a habit he had acquired quite unintentionally and it had been gradual. But since losing his job he had started walking to the store on the other side of town. And frequently he foundContinue reading “THE MURAL”