The Girl from the Subway

I checked to make sure I hadn’t lost anything: map, wallet, camera, water, bag—good.  I left my headphones at home. I figure the (lack of) language skills, huge backpack, and obvious foreign-ness are barrier enough. The train arrives carrying hundreds of Parisiens and I find myself hesitating as if my choice of car could make…

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Words! Find your duty relieved. Commands the poet, ironically– relieved to find victory in concession. Overwhelmed by how much he has gained through theft, and forfeit.

Autumn Growing

It was like going to a city you’ve once known well, but everything is different. Actually everything is still the same, it’s you that’s changed. You struggle to fit back into your comfortable old self, like an old pair of pants that only looks good in memory. The words don’t come as easily. The concepts…

That small book…

That small book held in her leather fingers, flaking paper weighted with verses written with smoother skin. Could she have imagined how far they both would travel? Performing before a camera, light glancing her cheek, before the ocean

A Personal Fiction

I sat there, daydreaming. My mind conflicted between the comfort of the hot chocolate and the sterility of the café. Staring out the window from inside a clean white box, like someone inside a television set looking out at the real world. Two lovers kiss on the cobblestones. They are posing for photographs. Perhaps to…