Contributor's contribution: Riviera sunset, 2025
Escaping to holiday shores, no escaping the seaside nightmare.
M.E. Grey is a Brussels-based poet.
I have sat on rocks and watched the sun sinking into the sea taken the time to thinking how beautiful I have been in bars and restaurants with a cool glass at my lips with good company watching the sun over the sea thinking how lucky here is a whole genre of pleasure * I have visited sites of historical significance and reflected felt the void between past violence and present silence destruction overwashed or overgrown or overbuilt and understood that this was something we were supposed to learn from the common genre of remembrance * Now I am invited to imagine being in this warm evening this cool glass these sea views to acquire for myself absolute living-in-the-moment the prospectus for the Gaza Riviera which contains no page where trauma is imaged but the imagination can still run common to see the sun as a point of blistering heat in a sky spread colour of bruise
