north end road

I’m at the south of North End Road. Venture up north and you end up with estates that loom either side of you.  North End Road is a road of markets. The stalls come and then they go, depending on the day, depending on the season. They spill out on the road, making it a […]

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happenings of the tube 1.0

I spy a mother and daughter dressed in layered travel clothing. They are as efficient as ever and so this is their small leg-rest, their small travel respite, the getting from A to B. They’ve a small gap now between one tourist attraction and the next and so it’s lunch time. Side by side they […]

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this old friend

We stomp the worn down concrete of a city built of stone and pea-soup fog. We do it fast and strong and in sync because we know the way and we know each other. We were fast friends before we even knew it, and strong friends and so we remain that way down to the […]

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