RIVERSIDE

  You were my friends, you were my childhood, our beds by the riverside,  on the north side of the south, far from the troubles, far from the loyalists and the loss, loyal to what, I ask? I see us all now from the far side, from another side, you were always on my side,  even when I wasn’t, sharing […]

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WILD FLOWERS

  We were flowers in a garden, we were wild flowers, we were weeds for the wasps to suckle on, to suck us off to suck us dry. We were unclear out of focus, a wash of colour in the distance, already extinct never distinct, ever changing ever wilting ever wanting something more something more […]

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ME ON THE METRO

  It was this morning and yesterday again,           a smell, a scent, on the metro, in my nostrils,                     a decent into the memory, a revery playing, replaying                  while the crows counted Round […]

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Friday with Georges, Centre Georges Pompidou 

The modern art museum built inside out, towering above the city and bursting with creativity  Going up La Tour Eiffel is never far from view Picasso  Juan Gris  Warhol and Taylor  Gerard Fromanger Cafe Georges Castles in the Sand  Miss Jones  Looking down on life Reflections at the exit Inspiring ceilings  Going down. All words […]

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