City

So gently
So deceptively
Through spires
Traversing the city's horizon
And into...

Alone in the world is a bad place to be
No one here to comfort or protect me
I will sleep by...

It's two o'clock in my city in the afternoon
The month is December may as well be June
For...

scraping the moonlight

trees tickling the diamond stars.

empress looming

on the...

There is snow falling, and it's cold underfoot,
The kerosene lamps burn, the air is thick with soot...

April is nearly over and Paris looms near
A week in the French capital to bring happiness and cheer...

Czech rain is different to all the rest
For when it rains I feel truly blessed
While rain...

On Saturday you will be walking the same footsteps as me
The things I take for granted you are...

The city has eyes,
And these eyes, they can see,
From the joy of the suburbs,
To row...

Big city, bright light
Architecture, suburbanite
Concrete jungle, neighbourhoods
...

Abandon hope, travesties appear
For only phantoms adhere
Decayed remains yester-past
...

I frequent Mill Road in Cambridge
I like its eclectic range of shops
And other businesses...

The tears are in my eyes for paradise is lost.
The fire burned the entire city it is gone,
...

My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple...

Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train...

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At...

The weather is mild ‘n’ cool
I am transit in Istanbul
This is the best 9 hours
That I...