Steve Coel - Small Pockets

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Small Pockets

Here - 

Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..

Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet litter grassed up valley roadway..

Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of strong lager..

Where...fallen brick slices postered railing..

Where...bottom shelf goods are swallowed by small pockets..

is the place language comes to die.

Note: Speeding cars, shoplifting fights, Sunday league arguments...can all turn a simple stroll into an inner city symphony of sorts...a human soundscape that is probably being repeated almost everywhere...Steve Coel

Steve Coel - Sharp Light

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Sharp Light

Here -

Where...recycled gloves spill glassed ale in corner seat of damp pop-up..

Where...grey cigarette stained trackies stand broken in cement bank shelter..

Where...midnight football is supported by passing runaways headed to early morning meal..

Where...cupped smoke and industrial strength poison cans work full-time to keep the old out..

Where...sharp light slices into puddled indoor short-cut..

is the place language comes to die.

Steve Coel

Nylon Building - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel

Nylon Building

Here -

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

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

Screamed Memory - Steve Coel

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

Hollow Buildings - Steve Coel

Documentary Fiction Photography

Hollow Buildings

Here -

Where...hollow buildings shadow painted moment..

Where...dull flowers pilfer hedgerow litter..

Where...warehouse beams trap steel smile and welded arm..

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

Where...lost faces merge with condemned brick..

is the place language comes to die.