MicroFlashFiction - Steve Coel

DFP - Steve Coel

Hollow Buildings

Here -

Where...hollow buildings shadow painted moment..

Where...dull flowers pilfer hedgerow litter..

Where...warehouse beams trap steel smile and welded arm..

Where...daily trauma functions alongside passing rumour..

Where...lost faces merge with condemned brick..

is the place language comes to die.

DFP - Steve Coel

Hidden Rumour

Here -

Where...spirited cloth tightly holds hidden defence..

Where...painted step reveals rusted night-time dancing..

Where...burnt time walking becomes wall shy and forced..

Where...open doors disperse rumour of stolen memory..

Where...expensive remarks are fake..

is the place language comes to die.

DFP (2026) - Steve Coel

Hedged Whisper

Here -

Where...misled concrete steps shape movement towards shattered corner stall..

Where...brittle smiles are forced reminders of drafted opportunity..

Where...roomed time is measured through medication and juiced meal..

Where...coated weather is blossomed and publicly stooped by hedged symphony..

Where...trip wire walking elevates cloudy watered decision..

is the place language comes to die.

Grilled Walls

Here -

Where...saw dust machine driving is echoed across water and back yard..

Where...rusting district wires hang bird mirage nested along defined grid route..

Where...illegal paper is scratched from power grilled wall and street light post..

Where...stained half lit drinking rooms spill simple ideas on to wooden floor..

Where...dry air cycle pavement dealing is fence chain bagged..

is the place language comes to die.