Author Archives: risingontheroad

something real

Expat life is a pocket full of privilege and some days that sits more comfortably than others. Walking down the dock to join the ‘monster Halloween party’ boat, dressed as a disco diva modern witch, it really wasn’t all that … Continue reading

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Street song

There is the measureless madness of the streets, That cacophony of horn honks, The thick packed traffic I step through in staccato stops, Backed up blocks, Radiated by engines idling, Hot and cancerous. There is the smell, ripe, rich, revolting, … Continue reading

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depths called high

There is tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Each rolls on, dark, unrepentant. Dry days heap one on one in dusting heaps since you plunged forth, Quiet in your falling, Silent off slipping, But inwardly, awkwardly utterly missed. You were not … Continue reading

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reading menus…

Menus leave me muddled. Even in English, here they’re mysteries. There is a whole page of reindeer meat specials thousands of miles from a sniff of snow. On another, plated palmistry is offered alongside deep fried frog and stomach stew.

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violet skies….

The night is moist to touch. Wet, warm, sensuous, just a little too much. It’s the kiss you pull away from. Air heavy hot, Only cut clean by the rat a tat rattle of the distant train track, An edge … Continue reading

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caught in the net…

Back in the mosquito net I doze, jet lag drugged as the fan glitters, irritable with the electricity. The bed is too short for both feet and head so I wriggle restless, thoughtful – thoughtless.

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unhappy endings…

Heya Bab, It is rolling up to two months since I got home and there is still much I can’t quite say. There are things I want to write but so far I can’t even speak them without a round … Continue reading

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God is bombing us…

God is bombing us. So it seems as the fireballs arc up: meteors that rise and fall inexorable back down down. They are bright and beautiful, starbursts, but this is not a firework show. It is hard to watch, and … Continue reading

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what I cannot…

I cannot stop this, Cannot fix it. I cannot hold myself a halt, To pause a comma. I am caught in cannots but bind myself belief, To find a word to bring you. And I would bring you, Safe, To … Continue reading

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love lasts longer…

Love lasts longer than the falling sigh, The cast down look.

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