Between the lines and through the lens…
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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The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]
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— The moon is a diamond dream, a sweet shadow of midnight butterflies drunk on sleep into which we seep like the blood red sun beneath the blue blood sea and we are waves in bottles bobbing along on the beauty and the briny, too intoxicated to think of our time being temporary, too insignificant […]
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Queue up, check in, board, sit down, take off, eat, sleep, movies, sleep, sky and sea, cross continents, curtail time, more sky and sea, more food, a hint of something hotter, then sand and land and then we land. Finally, fingers fumble over cameras caught in a current of silken sarees sweeping through streams […]
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Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]
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Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]
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This poem was originally a part of my Joni Mitchell series from two years ago but it felt appropriate to be a part of this series of Journeys… I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, too considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with […]
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