Half formed thoughts Still birthed, they haunt My mind their play ground In greyed corners they abound Remnants of a creation lost Death should be their conception thus Yet they partake of actions formed And now randomness becomes DATE-LINE: 14/08/2010 The old man sits, pipe in mouth beneath a tree, watching the kid, prancing about … Continue reading Diary notes: The Raeberry Street inmate
It’s amazing how many times I see them. I see them on the bus. I see them at school. I see them at Mr. Toni’s lesson. I see them at church, especially during Tuesday Bible Study. I see them everywhere. What makes all of it truly remarkable is that they’re invisible. Everybody walks past them, … Continue reading Them.