TAXI DRIVER, I CAME TO THE CITY

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 8, NAPOWRIMO

  In sweeping rain  he was swept through streets  in a taxi turning with thoughts he had not yet learned to express.  Windows can shield  from more than just the weather. In unswept rain he was sweeping through streets that had not yet soaked him, had not yet drained him on the storms that were […]

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FALLING ON FOREIGN SOIL

Amid a city of grey slate roofs I had painted my slate white, Washing everything I had been, Had seen, had loved and lost. Those old fears fell from me Like Fall’s gentle snowflakes As I stood on foreign soil, In a foreign land, with foreign rain Covering me and foreign words Falling all around […]

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