Sharing the shelter of the bus waiting to be deposited around the city. Sharing the damp air misting the windows. Plugged into our own private worlds through an ipod, a phone, a newspaper, a book. We … more →
tranklementstranklements wrote 7 months ago: Sharing the shelter of the bus waiting to be deposited around the city. Sharing the damp air misting … more →
tranklements wrote 7 months ago: You’re not there; I haven’t heard you for a while. It’s been ages since we sat outside your door; fa … more →
tranklements wrote 7 months ago: You’re only 21 once. That’s no secret, but the secret booking for the secret party was. Until it pas … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: Shining for no-one January Christmas decorations at the post Christmas work’s Christmas do. Ta … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: Take a cup Better if it’s white Bone china’s best Freshest water into the kettle Wait a while Warm y … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: Two little girls in prams with mums on the bus. One’s asleep sucking her dummy – an overgrown baby, … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: It’s coming You can smell it Animals know it You can almost taste it Fresh, clean, new air Buds read … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: I was made in Sheffield So were my scissors They used to call it Steel City Not anymore, my Sheffiel … more →
tranklements wrote 1 year ago: Blackbird in the garden blowing on a branch. Keeping watch. Has he seen me spying on him? … more →