A city bridge

Walk of Frisson, 50

Seagulls smirking, morning mocking, as I escape her flat. My friend the city draws my progression from ape to man, my walk shedding shame for frisson. Newport has my back. My eyes drink, but for you, semantics; Castle. Bridge. Wave. Riverfront. I think of Houdini. Hello Newport, you beautiful bastard. – 50 words flash story entry for ‘Newport Stories’, November …

A lady of Cardiff

The Early Mornings

The new job, the factory bus; I saw him, then met him, unsure The cold made me feel motherless but to him, it was always fun The widest smile on his beautiful black face We shared headphones one day; David Bowie, China Girl Cardiff winter mornings are made to remember; The sun bends across the city, shy and proud And …