Tuesday 11 November 2014

The skater.

   It was clear that the skater was oblivious to my presence. He shifts his weight allowing for the board to rotate in mid air. His body is silhouetted against the soft pink dust sky. It was like a heat haze covering the city in a steamy blanket, turning the hills to a pastel mauve. I could see that his face showed stern concentration, which caused the skater to frown.

Thursday 6 November 2014

My maths.


Old women


“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. When I stared at the old lady she had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. She had keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. There were deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface.





Old women


“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. When I stared at the old lady she had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. She had keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. There were deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface.