MicroFlashFiction - Steve Coel

DFP - Steve Coel

Illegal Fragrance

Here -

Where...dining room corners are secretly guarded..

Where...tightly held anonymous bottles conceal early morning agendas..

Where...rusted chainsaw vans clutter side-street rumbled warehouse..

Where...cheap illegal fragrances batter muted steel trimmed trolley romance..

Where...unseen ~~security~~ walking is never invisible..

is the place language comes to die.

From The Mercy Path (2020)

Text: Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Experimental short fiction in poetry form...

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.