heb deitl
Born in the Workhouse
Steve Coel
heb deitl
Born in the Workhouse
Steve Coel
Junkyard shopping.
Dockyard visits.
Goodbyes to departing lovers.
Addiction of poverty.
Motorway shoes.
Rains on me.
Steve Coel
Innocence doesn't exist here,
not even for the young.
And only dead eyes
stare from photographs
stare from photographs
taken on cheap cameras
by drunk uncles.
by drunk uncles.
Microflashfiction
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
