BOOKENDS; STILL ME ON THE METRO

  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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JOURNEYS, PART 1: ON THE ROUTE OF THE ROAD

— The sun burns the shadows as fields fall into forgetful, speed is not my subject nor a confusion I can peacefully pedal. We are tethered to tracks; all these pick ups and their set downs that perish after purpose while we rattle toward the repercussions and rebounds. The sun burns the shadows, I am […]

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I DREAM

  Dreaming,   seeing time as something silky you can slip though,   rearranging reality,   the hours revolving around minutes around molecules neither past nor present;   the future still waiting to be moulded,   dreaming of tempering time;   of breaking it   of bending it;   redrawing curt corners into kinder curves, […]

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MILES OF AISLES

DAY 27; NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH #NaPoWriMo There’s a lady with a leek, on the metro, next to me, a vegetable, vegetating while she’s reading a book, and that leek, next to me, moving through the miles, like vegetables, on shopping aisles, vegetating, waiting be cut, to be cooked, killing time; twisting, stopping, starting. There’s […]

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THE LIGHT THAT SHIFTS THE SHADOW

Day 6: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Trains used to slip through these tracks where runners now train, old locomotives now relocated like the light that displaces the shadow, but the lines still linger, less steam now, more sweat and sometimes that light that shifts the shadow, trains used to slip through these tracks that […]

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BITTER BRIDGES

  Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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SNAKES AND SHEEP

  We slither and snake in united unison  past the signals and the stations and the beggar with his chanson, trying to get his chance on, clambering to get his way on, chancing his way on into pockets of passengers loosing patience. We slither and snake our manoeuvres  along the carriages of commuters  preoccupied by […]

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