Film Photography > Poetry

The newspapers are caught in a quixotic tunnel of wind,

Spiralling like starlings in murmurations,

suddenly nothing has limitations,

But I’m seeing all the headlines overlapping,

Fluttering and cutting the air.


New stories forming a hope without an hourglass.


Stories of despair and longing and

Freedom being taken away, death and laughter and busted chapters.

Hands touching flowers at the exact same time in a marketplace.

We are recording the places where language becomes fantasy and fantasy becomes

Science fiction in a imaginary city,

Teeming with some


new possibility.