PEBBLE PATHS

I navigate the airport exit

in standard hiking gear,

progress to humble streets

that bear her daily print

no matter how often

she dreams of escape.

The narrow staircase tunnels

upwards like a mineshaft

through rough damp stone

to our tiny flat where

a chugging fridge of imports

tries to last the month

and after lockdown restriction

pleasure wa...

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LIMINAL

Flat in your bed

like a crushed soldier

when the old cause

has dissolved into defeat,

congealed to history.

In here the weather 

is uncertain - it's been

raining intermittently

for days; I mark

your little snores, try

to guess at the interior,

imagine a fiction

wherein I could conjure

peace, an alternative

reality where the soldier

...

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