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Still Life

Contributor: Cynthia

Lazy post-its lie around

the dining table: a composition

of confetti-coloured to-do lists,

last night’s pizza and today’s

virtual colleagues.


We are together, alone.


Walls yawn at us, and boredom bleeds

as slowly as egg yolk. No more high-heeled races

against traffic lights, just fluffy slippers

whilst putting a smile on our breakfast again;

whilst flipping our hearts sunny-side up;

whilst folding bills into origami cranes

and building empires from books.


There’s no still life as diverse

as the mind, deep-diving into a world

of homemade remedies.


We are alone, together.

Still Life

Contributor: Cynthia

Lazy post-its lie around

the dining table: a composition

of confetti-coloured to-do lists,

last night’s pizza and today’s

virtual colleagues.


We are together, alone.


Walls yawn at us, and boredom bleeds

as slowly as egg yolk. No more high-heeled races

against traffic lights, just fluffy slippers

whilst putting a smile on our breakfast again;

whilst flipping our hearts sunny-side up;

whilst folding bills into origami cranes

and building empires from books.


There’s no still life as diverse

as the mind, deep-diving into a world

of homemade remedies.


We are alone, together.

Still Life

Contributor: Cynthia

Lazy post-its lie around

the dining table: a composition

of confetti-coloured to-do lists,

last night’s pizza and today’s

virtual colleagues.


We are together, alone.


Walls yawn at us, and boredom bleeds

as slowly as egg yolk. No more high-heeled races

against traffic lights, just fluffy slippers

whilst putting a smile on our breakfast again;

whilst flipping our hearts sunny-side up;

whilst folding bills into origami cranes

and building empires from books.


There’s no still life as diverse

as the mind, deep-diving into a world

of homemade remedies.


We are alone, together.

Still Life

Contributor: Cynthia

Lazy post-its lie around

the dining table: a composition

of confetti-coloured to-do lists,

last night’s pizza and today’s

virtual colleagues.


We are together, alone.


Walls yawn at us, and boredom bleeds

as slowly as egg yolk. No more high-heeled races

against traffic lights, just fluffy slippers

whilst putting a smile on our breakfast again;

whilst flipping our hearts sunny-side up;

whilst folding bills into origami cranes

and building empires from books.


There’s no still life as diverse

as the mind, deep-diving into a world

of homemade remedies.


We are alone, together.

Still Life

Contributor: Cynthia

Lazy post-its lie around

the dining table: a composition

of confetti-coloured to-do lists,

last night’s pizza and today’s

virtual colleagues.


We are together, alone.


Walls yawn at us, and boredom bleeds

as slowly as egg yolk. No more high-heeled races

against traffic lights, just fluffy slippers

whilst putting a smile on our breakfast again;

whilst flipping our hearts sunny-side up;

whilst folding bills into origami cranes

and building empires from books.


There’s no still life as diverse

as the mind, deep-diving into a world

of homemade remedies.


We are alone, together.

Miami in colour

JW Anderson