Poetry

The Apartment

The Apartment In the middle of the city’s restless hum there sits a small three‑storey block, brick on brick, and within one of its steel‑frame bones there is a hatch, a narrow door that

Requiem for a Dream

Requiem for a Dream (in the hush of a dream‑worn night) In a quiet flat where light flickers low, the echo of a promise lies in shadow, every hopeful breath a brittle candle, the colour

Blast

A Blast It burst into the county lane on a cotton‑cloud day, a sudden, aching boom that rattled the church spire and nipped the lawn‑mower. Smoke curled like the smoke of

Double Indemnity

Double Indemnity In the dim glow of soot‑laden streets, where pigeons wheeze beneath the cobblestones, the night folds secrets into pockets of mist, and a danger lurks behind every turn. Walter, a shadowy drifter, flashes a

Pecan

The Pecan's Tale In the quiet shire of the orchard, where the apple‑tree leaves sigh, A timber‑edged pecan stands, a jewel beneath the sky. Its shell, a rough‑skinned cloak of weathered oak bark

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