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February 13, 2016
The Ink Tide | #CapturedInWords
Last night I dreamt that you and I were swept away on a silent, deaf tide. You, stricken, lit by the moon. I, in darkness, unheard...
February 13, 2016
Tea Haiku | #CapturedInWords
Your morning memory blooms in a huff of tea-steam; soft, distorted and, rising, gone. The touch of sun...
December 18, 2015
The Accordion Man | #CapturedInWords
The sky over the park is framed by naked trees standing stark to attention, upturned, as if a black network of nerves has taken root...
November 03, 2013
Barcelona- City Ghosts
I love city ghosts. Faintly feathering about their shimmering way, slipping through doorways, turning street corners, shuddering in re...
October 25, 2013
Barcelona- A Dark Love Story
I hadn't planned to see you but knew that at some point, I would be drawn in your direction by an irresistible lull; the force of habit...
October 18, 2013
Barcelona - This City Was Never Ours
When travelling, you can navigate by map and itinerary or choose to just walk and see and it is often that I take the latter, winding mysel...
September 01, 2013
The Jewels of Rosie Criddle
I’m the sentimental one in my family, clinging to nostalgia like a forgotten scent dancing anew on the nostrils; a sashaying, shim...
August 18, 2013
What the Blackbird Said
I remember a day. It was April, where I was dreaming on my bed, looking out to a sky that was neither cold nor warm, but soft-washed pi...
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