Poetry
Donnie Darko
In the Shadow of the Midnight Train In a damp, mist‑swaddled suburb, a boy named Donnie sits, His thoughts a tangle of time‑pieces in a neat Victorian box. The clock on the wall
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In the quiet basement of a primary school, a lone beaker sits under the muted hallway light, its contents a whisper of colour, a fugitive of water and glue. Children, in their tidy
Read more →The Imitation Game
The Imitation Game Beneath the flick‑er of war‑lit lamps, on a plain of iron‑thin copper wire, the cryptographers whispered, “If we can un‑shackle the Enigma’s mind, we may simply hand it to a
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The Iron Outlaws In the age when iron‑clad locomotives hissed across the empire’s bones, Two shadows slipped from the rails of the West; their names were sung in tones of rumours: Butch Cassidy,
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The Quiet Fluke In the mist‑kissed shallows where the sea‑sorrel grows, a quiet fluke slips across the silt‑white floor— its gills like folded lace, its body a muted dove, sunk beneath the green glare
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