Tag Archives: city streets

They’ve found a way

Sometime past the solstice summer will kick up dust, shuffling down a dirt road in scuffed Converse. If he asks, about to pass you by, you’re waiting for the fall, when sweet breezes blow in; and if you look to … Continue reading

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Stillborn empires

The luck of Charles the Bold for freeway fingers clutching at distant hills. I’m watching a city claw at the countryside like a man sinking in quicksand, pulling up large handfuls of brush and young trees as it searches for … Continue reading

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It’s been raining lately

When I walk this town I walk with tempered boots. I walk this town like the rain — softly, and never often enough. And when I move, I hope they’ll say, “he walked this town with dignity.” San José. With … Continue reading

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We go so fast

What are we paying for? There is traffic that halves a man’s life, that puts a boy in a vise. There is convenience, convenience stores of storied convenience, inconvenient continental breakfasts in the lobbies of multi-storied antiseptic hotels. Expensive motels. … Continue reading

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Zuihitsu

[a poem from about a year ago dedicated to my friend Rosa.] We were born of the same parents, you and I, a twinkling nicety, once, in a young uterus; worn well now, our skin, and different like the differing … Continue reading

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Despite our footsteps

We tend to step heavy in the forest and lightly in the streets; in the cities we are but one of millions and the impact of our footsteps and our presence can be and often is quickly wiped away. But … Continue reading

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Wells

I love normal days absent of any significance; mediocre meals in restaurants, small amounts of sunshine, what little shade there is, muggy, the air a bit smoky outside, the food, cold. Children inside, dogs inside, no shadow, no sound, streets … Continue reading

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Our city lives are still

Ours is not quite a Brave New World; though we’ve learned to exist upside-down, and still the blood in our veins, ultimately we desire grass and ground to step upon, and though we value the perks of our city lives … Continue reading

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King of the Gauls

I am Vercingetorix tied to a stake, tied to Caesar’s cock, whispering ‘respice post te‘ into his taint, stationary and starving in a No-Man’s Land, perched above Cleopatra’s bosom, held at bay by false hopes of civil war and dreams … Continue reading

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