cloudburst
when the question finally comes you’ll forget your answer and then the darkness will roll in unannounced. whatever happens just keep moving. »
singing in the wire
locations change the confusing new mixed with old requirements paths appear under wires my new transit the thing i feel the most each day one night the towers hum to me but the next a large bird stares right into my eyes »
god by ye
I fell into a dream the kind where I had nothing to do but decide what direction to walk in each morning and what camera I’d use along the way. on my second last night an American in a bar told me “if you love this place don’t move here” I understood at once. »
before the storm
i hopped on the train a little earlier than usual and tried not to look too surprised as I found a seat (luxury!) a frowny late-middle-aged guy sat opposite, to the right writing “FENCER” on his crossword to the left a small girl stole glances at me in between stealing a few words from a comic that seemed to be in Viet I looked around trying not too look too obvious »
a numbers game
Sunday mornings before too many people are up and about I escape into the quiet lonely places of my surrounding suburbs places once so foreign to someone like me from some other part of town but for seven years they’ve been home we breathe together these streets and I. »