Half of life is lost In charming others The other half is lost In understanding The anxieties That others cause

I love snowstorms I love the muffled silences And how familiar objects Become mysterious And slightly sinister Colours thin are vivid to the eye One feels an isolation Even in large cities The sky is thick heavy and white Everything rests bleak

I am a blind artist My name is Amelia H I paint my favourite cities London Paris Berlin On to commissioned walls I have been called An interior decorator But that belittles my art As I am much more than that I currently live in Venice Which I am told Is too beautiful to paint […]

Nothing illustrates the decay of modern society More than old railway stations in large cities Tea Joe Please These were once hubs of the community There was a pride in these places They were well staffed and much loved And then the malignant hyenas arrived They are if they have survived at all Just empty […]

What are you looking at Joe A series of photographs Where were they taken Honor Oak The railway station in South London Does it interest you Very much as it illustrates decay Here is the first one taken in the 1920s If you notice there is a woman Standing on the wooden platforms Even though […]

I am sitting alone on the flight deck of Light 2 Listening to Barber’s Adagio for Strings Having just finished reading a football programme Issued for a match played over one thousand years ago My ship is currently travelling through Angelis Four And has been doing so for the last twenty years Yet I have […]

What is this Mark The mark on this wall It is more of a smudge Than a mark Mark Yes What is it A smudge Is it important to you Very Why It was made by my mother She was kissing Paris goodbye Before she was deported That is very sad Mark It is I […]

I opened the door I kicked my shoes off I walked across The wooden floor Towards the open window And jumped I have repeated This journey On many occasions

On the last day of our holiday We had a Rose Meringue For breakfast with black coffee The mix of a lunatic I thought But they complemented each other

The skies turn a blush pink On the days of the rose winds My friends and I are mere shadows Which adds to the innocent drama