Between the lines and through the lens…
There are but minutes now, minutes in motion on metros, minutes moving in on me, on my identity, on my mark, on my leaning, on my meaning, meaning I am moveable, like a feast, as he said; A Moveable Feast, meaning I am manageable malleable, maybe unremarkable, mistakable. There are but minutes now, there […]
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Some scenes we are stuck with like that hand in that taxi as we left the city I hadn’t said goodbye to. Whose hand did you think you were holding, didn’t you know what you’d found hadn’t yet been formed? Some scents are forever tied to necks where we’ve left traces of our lips, […]
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It was this morning and yesterday, all at once, a smell, a scent on the metro, in my nostrils, a decent into memory, a reverie playing, replaying while the Counting Crows played Round Here. We sang our own song, once, but time, like the metro, took us into different directions, with obligations steered to […]
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Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]
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November rains in a park, trying to be an artist, attempting to capture it all in quiet corners, beyond earshot from anything daring, sheltered in shadow instead of off in adventure, thinking I’d found myself but it was safe, fake lies; a pacifying of the ego, trying to paint a Pissarro in a Paris […]
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Coming in November… Bookends A month of goodbyes Spending my final full month in Paris looking back in order to move on. Each day will be a new or revised poem and, of course, some photographs of this city that I’ve been connected to since I was 22 and will soon leave at […]
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Entity. Identity. I identify. Running gives no reason until you run out of places to hide. Identity. I identify. I recognise now what it means to be connected. A continent can be chaos. An island doesn’t have to isolate. I. Island. I can identify as an entity of this island. I didn’t hear them […]
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