Ferry Terminal Soliloquy

Written during my recent crossing to Seoul, of which the previous poems Ikea & Sewol Tragedy are linked. Ferry Terminal Soliloquy The scent of ginseng candy wafts from old ladies’ mouths, rattles their false teeth, lubricates dry tongues & throats with spice. People pointedly serious about schedules & tickets their handshakes warm enough to incubate…

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wind soliloquy

wind soliloquy A lot of it about. What does it? Pulls a tree’s ears. Slaps a child, else we’d never know it’s about. i lost an argument to it in December. Did much huffing // puffing— what cares the wind? Doesn’t do right angles nor algebra. Blew Euclid into squiggles. War on toupees. War on…

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light-bulb soliloquy

A heavily re-worked soliloquy.   light-bulb soliloquy If i look into the bulb, direct, down the corridor of its glow, 20 seconds & then avert my eyes, my vision switches odd : a fractal lava lamp—lumps of colour speckle & morph my usual world, the ghost of paint —a crayon sketch of the mapped genome,…

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there’s ∞ a photograph going on

tips: look everything up & down. look into things. looks around them. try to see beyond them to anything on the otherside. hold still. hold breath. keep your eye out. sometimes be patient. know you may have to rush. be ready. imagine your head can swivel 360°. become light & shadow. know the seepage of…

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what i wouldn’t give for a Sunday

i wrote this a few months back in a minor mood, missing home, sitting on the roof terrace, on a Sunday, looking at the sea & thinking how odd that the same day in a different location can conjure such opposing feelings.   what i wouldn’t give for a Sunday it’s not as if it…

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