A poem by Andy N.

Camera ready his lens

Throws out clicks like words

Catching movements

Like vowels

Skittering sounds

Into footsteps

Sun-blanched

Embossed across shadows

Counter picking years in the past

From Checker to the Drifters

Softened with saturation

In fruitful sobriety

Constructing memories each minute

Of dance steps almost forgotten

Watching people raise

Their hands in the air

Shooting against the light.

Andy N. is a 43 year old writer, performer and sometimes experimental musician from the North West of England but is seen most around Manchester, Trafford, Tameside and Bolton. See his latest work here.