The window is small
and only pallid fragments
of light penetrate.
by Scooj
The window is small
and only pallid fragments
of light penetrate.
by Scooj
Anger on the streets
as domestic argument
spills out; I look on.
by Scooj
Water beadlets lie
long after the rain has passed
suspended in time.
by Scooj
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A stroll all alone
talking to those departed;
no longer alone.
.
by Scooj
A new month begins
bringing with it a season
colourful and cold.
by Scooj
Prejudice is a
human concept based upon
interpretation.
by Scooj
This photograph was a bit of a fluke, but it made me very conscious of a black/white narrative, something I imagine the cattle were utterly unaware of.
Raging at the world
somewhat counterproductive
leaves me exhausted.
by Scooj
The maker made Earth,
kept a little bit aside
and left it for me.
by Scooj
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Stripping the evil
paper down, hoping the wall
beneath stays intact.
.
by Scooj
.
Serendipitous
occasion or was it fate
meeting in this way?
wetsuits, snorkel and a mask
incredible levellers.
.
by Scooj