invitation* a season of ending this last journey to Peckham through thick washhouse fog heralding the new season the season of dying something needs to die inside me that does not keep me alive old companions I know well and know they don’t serve me well need to leave make space for something else patience sitting still in the in-between-ness while the city busies around me my heart beats like a jack-hammer scared of the […]
a place for my part-time job i’m based in peckham, in an office overlooking loads of roofs with pigeon-covered chimneys and barbed wire to the one side, long stretches of boarded off industrial waste land to the other side, and an ugly purpose-built complex behind us. i don’t know what this was ever used for when it was used – when i started in peckham it was empty, abandoned by the previous residents. some […]
Peckham Boy I cycled past this poster in a side alley of Peckham High Street on Wednesday – it was early morning, the sun was out, the sky was blue and Peckham High Street almost peaceful. I had just done a detour on my way to work through Peckham Rye Common to check the bench where I left my iPhone the previous afternoon – I didn’t really believe it would still be lying there now, […]
Peckham creatures For one of my jobs I’m based in an office in Peckham. Our office is a functional 1970s building; someone told me that it used to be a multi-storeyed car-park before which I’m not sure whether to believe or not. Our window overlooks a very urbane scene: flat roofs; fire staircases; barbed wire; lots of barbed wire; all sort of pipes, some all shiny, flashy, silver, others beautifully rusty; faded green plastic chairs; […]
