By Abel McLennan:
DREAM
Sometimes in our dreams we are somebody else
But it doesn’t matter
They still counts as memories
Often introducing sweet savour not found in reality
THOUGHT
Have you ever seen a wild thing sorry for itself?
No social quota to fulfil
She wanders around freely
Exploring the world and her mind
Fear, is not present here
WATER
If I were an animal
The ocean would be my home
The blue depths I would roam,
Taking shape against refractions seeping in from above
Seldom singing out to the ones I love
They’re paths in the distance, sometimes parallel to mine
The deeper I go, the colder it gets
I’ve seen the bottom, it is dark,
But when I emerge
The view across the divide makes its worth
I hold on
ARTWORK and PHOTOS: Abel McLennan
