Philip Dixon-Smith

on

City Life.


Roads like fingers, interlocking, linking, hooking, hugging pavements, secure in their connectedness. Together, responsibly silver-grey, guiding, containing, letting by. Green is flow, the steady pumping pace of growth and going, breathy with exertion. Weather-wet colors running to paint the rippling reflections of the heavens. Rumble, music, chatter intermingle; the fresh scent of living drifts. Warm wafts of wanting, of desire, of nearly having.






Philip Dixon-Smith was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, but has spent his adult life living and working in England, most recently in Lincolnshire. He had never written before retiring from High School teaching but has now set out to make it a career. To that end, in September 2018 he started studying part-time for a degree in Creative Writing at the University of Lincoln, England. He is a member of the editorial team of the University's new publication, The Lincoln Review.