the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees
is fading.
the way.
new beginnings
are made of endings.
© Hudson Biko
the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees
is fading.
the way.
new beginnings
are made of endings.
© Hudson Biko

how narrow
must the margins
become
before
the lines
begin to fade
how hard
can we fight
to stay
© H. Biko
Photo by Anthony Tran
the condensation is rife
when steam
meets glass.
when heat
meets cold.
and finds something.
in-between.
the condescending is rife
when steam
meets glass
when heat
meets cold
and finds something
to keep
the in-between
© Hudson Biko

it was slow.
learning to let
the pain.
in.
but there are things
we do best
when we don’t know
we’re doing them.
and there are places
we arrive
when we don’t know
we’ve taken
the journey
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Talles Alves
the idea.
of an ease.
in letting go.
the living.
-the memory of feeling is so vivid.
© Hudson Biko