Poetry

The Shop Around the Corner

The Shop Around the Corner In haven of the cobbled lane, where dust‑laden dawn is light, a modest sign in faded gilt swings open, welcome bright. Whispers of tea and marmalade beneath the

The Ox-Bow Incident

The Ox‑bow Incident The Ox‑bow Incident, whispered on a wind‑blown day, A patch of earth where the flat land turns toward the water, Where tin‑dust sighs like a low hymn and the cattle’s

Dizzy

The Spin In the tilt of a railway platform, the world unfurls like a woolly scarf hanging from the buzzing ceiling. The whistle blows, and a river of traffic lights blinks behind my ears as if

Casino Royale

Casino Royale In the glittering glow of the ancient hall, the Croupier whirls the chips, his hands a ballet of quiet power, stamping the colours of luck that have come and gone. Grey cards rest

La La Land

In the bustling heart of La La Land – a slick, neon‑bleached dream – the lights flicker in rhythm, as if to each other’s beat they lean. The jazz clubs spin amber riffs, and

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