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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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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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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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these strange shapes…

Life has taken on strange shapes. The nights are dust heavy, airless and weighted with whispers. I whisper too. Nothing is private. Nothing unseen. Early mornings shave out a space before I become a function.  In these spare moments I … Continue reading

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this is not an apology…

It is strange to write to you but somethings are still too sore to be spoken out loud and all the wrong words often end up written. This is not an apology. What is done I would not have undone. … Continue reading

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being loved…

I found this post written on February 14th: You asked me over for dinner yesterday, oddly formal, awkward smiling. I said yes without a thought, surprised you’d bother to ask in advance when we spend so many evenings sat alone … Continue reading

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imaginary countries…

She stirs the pot bubbling steam-hot on the stove and talks of home. Her words are broken, mine too, but we both speak longing fluently and that is understood. We are split apart by class and culture, by the passport … Continue reading

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