MicroFlashFiction: Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel. Set 2 - 23/4/24

Set 2

* Grey Water * Adult Hands * Machine Winnings * Wired Beauty

Grey Water - Steve Coel

Here - 

Where...hollow buildings shadow painted movement..

Where...decaying plastic childhood lies perched on slopes of tall decaying tree..

Where...repaired jigsaw roads wait for seasonal pacing and frosty morning..

Where...starched wrinkled skin sticks to stretched bone..

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

is the place language comes to die.

Adult Hands - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...sponsored imagination drains away through rusting pipe..

Where...illegal plastic high releases urgent stammered step..

Where...solitary private glass is windowed in shoddy single drinking room..

Where...stolen adult hands are nailed..

Where...blow factory wall rags by-pass toughened water..

is the place language comes to die.

Machine Winnings - Steve Coel

Here - 

Where...failure becomes a habit..

Where...values are challenged and always disputed..

Where..machine winnings replace job prospects..

Where..happiness is solitary, forgotten and distant..

Where...teenage anger lasts long into retirement..

is the place language comes to die.

Wired Beauty - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...drowned road happiness is traded for pennies..

Where...beauty is inked into loose skin..

Where...shop door dispute is hostel knuckled..

Where...salted air breathing is painful reminder of loss..

Where...wired thought becomes backroom industry..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction: Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel. Set 1 - 23/4/24

Set1

* Steel Mesh *Fingered Paper *Roped Water * Fuzzy Pictures #2

Steel Mesh - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...shaded front windows blank out screamed memory..

Where...watered gravel road hides handshake meeting..

Where...cheap endeavour is forced..

Where...emotion is mid-air and blank eyed...

Where...coat collar romance is early evening and morning drunk..

is the place language comes to die.

Fingered Paper - Steve Coel

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Where...natural postered walkthrough is dog bagged and puddled.. 

Where...powder lines are littered across cheap vinyl floored food station..

Where...fingered papers lie park benched with scattered community smile..

Where...ideas exist in yesterdays closed library..

Where...running looks like walking..

is the place language comes to die.

Roped Water - Steve Coel

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Where...hammered workplace shoulders scratch tattoo vein..

Where...elevated mirror views reach into roped water..

Where...rapid stone road footstep signals are passed among rivals..

Where...casual shop window seats remain chained to suspicion and small debt..

Where...old newspapers stay untouched..

is the place language comes to die.

Fuzzy Pictures #2

Here -

Where...the slow brickwork slivers of expectation collide with motored demolition..

Where...routine is never obvious..

Where...fuzzy pictures reveal short hard lives scratched on to broken dockside and burnt timber..

Where...homes are splashed across derelict tired hillside..

Where...debt plagues argument like two coins rubbed clear..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Rock Pockets

Rock Pockets - Steve Coel

Here-

Where...small feet carry heavy living..

Where...polluted idle engines blow rust water into lipped gutter..

Where...loud emergency words remain anonymous.. 

Where...stone roof collapse haunts drunken memory..

Where...rock pocket begging is sandwiched between road crossing and loose fingers..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Paper Bag

Paper Bag - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...banned entry is monitored by bored looking glass eye..

Where...cracked machine street furniture empties rigid oil onto skated shoe..

Where...paper bag eating is tin roof sheltered..

Where...curious hands grip tightly bridged water passage way..

Where...alarm bells herd crowds into uniformed wallets of silence..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Adult Hands

Adult Hands - Steve Coel

Here-

Where...sponsored imagination drains away through rusting pipe..

Where...illegal plastic high releases urgent stammered step..

Where...solitary private glass is windowed in shoddy single drinking room..

Where...stolen adult hands are nailed..

Where...blown factory wall rags by-pass toughened water..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Plastic Violence

 Plastic Violence - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...ready-made dreams are corner shop boxed shelved..

Where...small room gossip becomes concrete site layered shouting..

Where...alarm engined vehicles crowd grey side street audience..

Where...bagged violence is dumped into plastic binned anonymous alley..

Where...cardboard cups glue street furniture to sleeping mats..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

MicroFlashFiction - Feathered Water

Feathered Water - Steve Coel

Here -

Where...slow sorrow steps between abandoned dream..

Where...dead mans plastic clothing hangs from dead man window dead map advertising..

Where...walled begging is hidden behind locked shopping trolley..

Where...feathered water paper bags youthful walked memory..

Where...smoked security lectern voices are smoke security silenced..

is the place language comes to die.

Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography