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Thursday, 13 November 2014

Kosini's Writing Skater

It was clear that the skater was oblivious to my presence.As I saw the skater was stern concentration causes the skater to frown. Eventually I reached the crest of the hill, and that is where I saw him first Having  a heat haze covers the city in a steamy blanket, turning the hills to a pastel mauve then the skater shifts his weight, allowing for the board to rotate in mid-air. Then his body is silhouetted against the soft pink dusk sky. “Is that even possible?” I wondered, as I gazed in awe at the fearless skater.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Kosini's writing about the old lady


As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. And as I look at the old women and her keen eyes, shining and alight with mischievous youth deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface. As I watched the old lady eta and I saw the old lady lips cracked furling around gums where teeth once stood.“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady also rich indigo velvet, folded carefully to frame the face it was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had benney doing.