Steve Coel - Documentary Fiction Photography
Tented Song
Here -
Where...broken rhythms pulse out of boarded second hand door darkness..
Where...stolen boxed official paper deliveries lie forgotten behind metered indoor yard..
Where...beggared song is shuttled away from bagged evening collection..
Where...glass eyed conversation is embankment tented secret..
Where...newness is nailed down and closely observed..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
