I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.
Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.
I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal
Brown.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.
Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.
I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal
Brown.
Nostalgic thoughts help the intricate cocktails go down as they recall their time with Guru Malcolm at university.
What they once brushed off lightly seems so interesting to the grey-haired group.
Once called an evil genius with a taste for Jurisprudence and role-playing, no one was safe from the Plato theatre. They once debated Capital Punishment through a conversation between Aquinas, Rousseau, and Bentham.
They laugh and consider how different their lives would have been if they had listened to Guru J.
Foxy Nostalgia
Lost in the aged disco inferno
reliving your youth
feeling nostalgically wild and hip
Remembering
hot pants and roller skates
candelabra hair
flowing foxy bell sleeves
Recreated nostalgia
muffin hot pants and flats
a tragic wig
tie-dyed bell sleeves
Puffing after one song
A heavy grey day
out and about for a stroll
A rare quiet day
No raindrops fall
the wind doesn’t whisper
No birds singing
A recluse to many
walking past a cafe
A nostalgic scent
from 1832
I often let the words speak for themselves. However, I do enjoy a bit of amateur photography now and then.
I found Squares, which gives me the ability to share some of my random photos.
The theme this month is Up.
I took two photos on two different days, standing at the corner of Collins Street and King Street in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. The year was 2019, and this was the last time I saw a Winter in Melbourne due to Covid-19.
I look forward to seeing another Winter in Melbourne in 2021.

