Statues Of Famine Walkers- Kelly Konya

You have to walk what feels like the entire city and tiptoe across the mother-river to Custom House Quay pass the evergrey sky blocking light on mismatched office blocks and time and pause to gaze up at the latest mural which, as a rainbow comic strip reel, makes less sense than from faraway. You have… Continue reading Statues Of Famine Walkers- Kelly Konya

from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya

since it’s just me here I’ve made a makeshift home and stayed there besides the few times that morning came by surprise, and I didn’t sleep but felt rain and rain and light hail same as the night the blood-red moon sailed above these green hills and the moldy buildings were especially putrid, and you… Continue reading from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya