Twisted by constant use.
I am invisible,
You don't see the dried husk
Of mummified ambition
That stares at me.
The mirror has cracked but
The image remains,
As the edges tarnish.
A chronicle of my travels during Spring and Summer 2008 mostly on foot and, predominantly around Stoke on Trent and North Staffordshire. This grew out of participation in the 'thereisbeautyinthecity' website which was set up by artist Anna Francis as part of the Axis Festival, which takes place annually in Stoke on Trent at the beginning of May. This project is administered via free public access PC's in libraries within Stoke on Trent and Newcastle under Lyme. Michael Callan
Any thing is possible on the 'Permissive' path.
Here the Trent flows towards Hanford
That Stoke on Trent 'Duck' again with chicks.
all the flowers.
The End
A man can't fly by will power alone
But his ideas can reach the
stars
We fly in our dreams
Unfettered by the clays of home
Thought is
weightless
Free to roam