Brutal beauty, Your ample curves reach up to the sky and flirt with the clouds. Why were you placed here, … More
Tag: Poetry
Brockholes
We just love the powerful imagery and simplicity of this poem left at Brockholes Cafe.
Buses
Buses. A haiku. Our shared big tin box. Places of interaction. No lonely cars here. Left in the wonderful (but … More
Igniting a Future
Hurst Grange Park, Penwortham. There is beauty in your creation and harsh edged words. They fall out of you with … More
Blackout Poetry
Quietly and steadily…
Farringdon Bus
Local photographer, Joseph…
Lightfoot Lane
‘The building of…
