Backstreets of Melbourne

to avoid the tennis crowds

i retreated to the backstreets and laneways
the ones with no cafes no people and silence
i felt like drawing old buildings
and touching old stone

little collins meets mckillops
empty arcades off empty lots

guildford


forgotten places
where you can sit and draw and maybe one person will pass by in the hour
where the ghosts give you company
and black ink anchors your emotion.