Steve Coel - Open Mic, June 2025. Y De.

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Adult Hands

Here -

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 rage by-passes toughened water..

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

is the place language comes to die.

Wired Beauty

Here -

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

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

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

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

Where...wired thought becomes backroom industry..

is the place language comes to die.

Metal Carpet

Here -

Where...knotted metal carpet rolls lean on concrete window salesroom..

Where...reflected sleep is caught shuffling across bridged river..

Where...drained smiles remain confused..

Where...doctored papers shield gridded nylon building..

Where...ordered talk is wooden ..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

* Add ons - random choice[s] from 2023 - Stretched Bone (An 11.59 Publication)

Steve Coel - Wire Horizons

 

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Wire Horizons

Here -

Where...truck loaded panel shelters are fragile and small minded..

Where...bird wire horizons become tortured tree reminders of industry..

Where...casual uniform is formal authority threat to liquid thought..

Where...lamp post stickers appeal to irrational voted thinking..

Where...empty towers crumble into bottled grass memory of a good better time..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Tin Canal

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Tin Canal

Here -

Where...alarmed rent money is silently spent..

Where...hi-rise wind flows between tin canal and secretly painted terrace..

Where...glued actions bustle into map markets..

Where...electric fear spreads from street to newspaper columned whisper..

Where...window shadow warnings are ignored..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Board Yards

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Board Yards

Here -

Where...shuffled animal recycled pathways stay unused and ignored..

Where...newly painted rail station gallery is haunted by plastic discipline..

Where...cryptic commands rattle through tight van streets into twisted board yards..

Where...key-ring novelty is blown into punctured building machinery..

Where...boxed reminders become land-fill..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Tickertape Blossom

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Tickertape Blossom

Here -

Where...blanket river scene is reflected on forged interest brick and cemented error..

 

Where...empty windowed business shields broad shouldered silence..

Where...tidal courses are banished..

Where...apple tree blossom tickertapes sullen grass verge..

Where...beat box music, early morning bird and shrill delivery van collide...

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Begged Scandal

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Begged Scandal

Here -

Where...old parking is pavement rumour and small stone guttered..

Where...eclipsed views remain splintered with caged scissor precision..

Where...begged scandal is threatened..

Where...24 hour slowness is eyed suspiciously through boarded shop window..

Where...young shoes shoulder new passages on to industry dust covered machinery..

is the place language come to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Hedged Whisper

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Hedged Whisper

Here -

Where...misled concrete steps shape movement towards shuttered corner stall..

Where...brittle smiles are forced reminders of drafted opportunity..

Where...roomed time is measured through medication and juiced meal..

Where...coated weather is blossomed and publicly stooped by hedged symphony..

Where...trip wire walking forces cloudy watered decision..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Steve Coel - Tight Lips

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Tight Lips

Here -

Where...muscled acting falls into stolen mosaic underpass..

Where...plastic bag bicycles negotiate pot holed routes to plotted work space..

Where...music is sprayed on to tin wall..

Where...flat motors echo across dry beer yard roof..

Where...fly-tipped sell by dates mischievously clutter loiter behind fenced in side-street..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication