Documentary Fiction Photography
Screamed Memory
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 drunk..
is the place language comes to die.
This particular 'word riff'...which became Half Stolen Buildings (2024), An 11.59 Publication...still fascinates me...Somebody told me they saw it as 'short story in experimental poetry form'...Fair enough...but I am not a Poet...for me this is not poetry...it is MicroFlashFiction...Steve Coel
