Poetry

WALL·E

WALL·E In a crumbling, quiet orbit, he limps through plastic echoes, WAL‑Lety, the lone spanner of Earth’s forgotten landfill. His ivory-bright arm sways, a humble sweep through rust and grit, a single

Cubic

Cubic Palimpsest Stanza 1 – The Tangible Cube In a quiet council‑room the square sits, a block of oak with edges honed to a straight, quiet — the kind that measures the light‑fall, colour‑drenched dust in its corners. The

Witness for the Prosecution

Witness for the Prosecution In the hushed marble of the High Court’s great hall, a stack of evidence sits in neat piles, the ripple of a fore‑court transcript as the judge opens his gavel‑faded

Memento

Memento – a quiet whisper of the past, a worn silver key in a pocket of memories, a scrap of paper, ink still trembling with the colour of time. It is the moment

Sunset Blvd.

Sunset Boulevard Where the amber lamps throw long shadows on the boulevard, Cars glide like steam‑whetted carriages past Hollywood’s glittering façade, The scent of summer mutters from a roadside stall of cotton‑eyed cornflakes; The

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