No Filter
Not black but grey: all monochrome, a scar
of livid streets and faces. Not sepia
in memory tinged by rose, but raw and rough
as present, here and now. In these, a life Continue reading “No Filter”
Poems
No Filter
Not black but grey: all monochrome, a scar
of livid streets and faces. Not sepia
in memory tinged by rose, but raw and rough
as present, here and now. In these, a life Continue reading “No Filter”