We are connected,
you and I, through another’s
love of Africa.
by Scooj
We are connected,
you and I, through another’s
love of Africa.
by Scooj
At the world’s end we
shall meet again my dear. I
have missed you so much.
by Scooj
Blind from the sun’s kiss,
a sweet inconvenience
of Winter’s orbit.
by Scooj
Irresistable;
knock down advent calendar
with marzipan treats.
by greedy Scooj
Mysterious soup
frothing for billenia,
thanks for making me.
by Scooj
Making pancakes for
breakfast is ultimately
so unrewarding.
by Scooj
Presumed holiday,
so I assumed I might rest;
d’oh! utterly wrong.
by Scooj
Since I’m on a bit of a Silent Hobo run at the moment, I thought I’d post one of his works which can be found in the heart of St Pauls, and celebrates the St Pauls Carnival.

Even in a contemporary setting his pieces have an element of mysticism about them.


8/10
Bristol’s Isembard
opened up the gateway to
trading with the world.
by Scooj
Still flowering, a
Serbian bellflower coats
the front garden wall.
by Scooj