I haven’t shared any creative writing here before but it seems as good a place as any to post it, I wrote this on the train from the airport into London on a sunny day in April.
To The City
Low rise industrial units, side by side…
No jumping freights,
Or Freedom travel,
Regimented rushing to urban sprawl destinations.
White and once red
Clinging to once wild hills, row on row.
Allotments, allotments, allotments,
Suburbia meets urbia across three centuries.
Blank site redevelopment,
History rewritten and rewritten as we continue, slow and steady.
Finally the city,
Like no other but like all,
Hiding every thing…
And here’s a recording of me reading it, ignore the artwork, Soundcloud is having trouble letting me edit that