Articles from Nic

Three Stones

author: Nic : Brighton, UK
Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

Sunset over Whitehawk

author: Nic : Brighton, UK
Wednesday, January 18th, 2006

Nightwalk

author: Nic : London, UK
Saturday, July 30th, 2005

Sofa Sore

author: Nic : Brighton, UK
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005

14.00 Train. Time to Kill

author: Nic : Brighton, UK
Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

Three Stones

author: Nic : Brighton, UK

Three Stones I found three stones on the beach today. On our walk - me and Ted - Black stones all three, With markings, each one different, in every way. One is splashed and spotted with milk and smoke and shaped - a sort of toe! Another is blacker, squeezed and tied as if with string, contorted into shape. Christmas, overweight. The third, an afterthought Took me by surprise. A perfect speckled lozenge, nestled in my hand, It fits my palm and comforts me So cool and smooth my stone. A walk along my beach A struggle, a joy, a chore Three stones, today my trophies Yesterday ignored. Nic Collins - beach musing!

Sunset over Whitehawk

author: Nic : Brighton, UK

Sunset Over Whitehawk The end of a darkened day and a surprise one off show. Friday evening 4 0-clock, a startling brightness is Cutting through the darkening sky Reflected in windows, on top of Racecourse hill. The sun, her face til now hidden, has awoken from sleep and With perfect comic timing has tickled pink the brickwork On the tower blocks at the top of Whitehawk way. Burning them to life with her rosy sunset game Setting them alight, pole dancers in her show. Holding court, the Swanborough girls Backed by the peasant self-build chorus The finale to the week, a performance in the sky East Brighton’s’ own private spectacular, A free festival...