heb deitl
steve coel
i can remember rooms full of elderly people
whose feet didn't reach the ground when seated.
hard times. hard people. hard lives lived.
saw it again recently. one difference.
younger people.
there are, everyday reminders of what is
rapidly being replaced.
the landscape of memory is being smashed,
not just threatened.
old photographs should be exactly that.
some things, so we are told, are best forgotten.
rains on me
steve coel
innocence doesn't exist here.
not even for the young.
only dead eyes stare from photographs
taken by drunk uncles.
short goodbyes to forgotten lovers
are etched into shop front, dockside
and idle backyard gossip.
De / City Tour continues.
steve coel
An 11.59 Publication
Ingot Studios
Birmingham
