Tag: diary
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Mae Hong Son: As Close to Myanmar Without Getting My Eyes Wet
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Kathman-definitely-du: The Most Spiritual City on Earth
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Eighty Nine Hours in Beijing
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Lost Post: There/Gone/Past
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Teenage, Going on Dead
I awoke to a black sky, But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue; Shimmering on pane. A pounding base raising from the floor below, Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge! As i knit, To the slow pace of growing teeth.
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Ode to the Sun
Ice covered sky lights, Black, piss on seat. When the house defrosts, I know the sun has risen.
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Haunted All the Way By You
. One hundred million degrees below freezing, And Natasha buttoning up her eyes, Clap clap. . Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy, As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise; Fingers crossed. . As routine marsupials splash with vigor, Running like cats away from litter. . Winter pallet shifts a tone…
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The Flame Haired Siren
There she was on stage, way above my head, The lower ground strooned with bodies studded with lights; I sneak amongst them. . The flame haired siren approaches on her belly, And with a marker she takes to my arms. Drawings of a high kick in stockings, Over the Hindi Swastika. . She spits mints into my open mouth, As i wake up in…
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Early Morning Purges
Finally a beautiful sunrise, A sunrise more than grey. Rising above outer-city suburbia, High above a sorting office and Jews. . Coasting until a crisis, and then one presents. Running imps, The masters of the universe. . Fingertips caressing skin under months of spinney whiskers. Skull under the years of skin. Before the black hole brain, Thoughtful after the news.
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Particles That Remain – October/November and Autumn in England
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Gold Dust and Birds
The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation. Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision. A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea, From way back then. The beach became paving slabs and moss, The sun disguised by brick not coconut. The Arabian Sea profound and distant. Warm Indian…
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A Letter to The Prison Libary
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