Category: Everywhere Poems
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2406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Same as It Always Is I’m a child among green,leaves,grass,and Queen Anne’s lace. Take a load off your mind,child,says the forest. A man nods.His dog shuffles upa layer of leaves. I’ve never seena nose so happy. Mist freedfrom a damp cloth sky.It was sunny the other day.Fish-and-chip weatherand battling gulls. But that…
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2306: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A View Through Vaseline Lilac blooms ‘tweensteel rails, click and plink,luggage sways in the aisle, his shoes relax at angleson the seat opposite.I glance away from the sign “No feet on seats”. Scented air:Perfumedsour sweatand coffee. Cantonese;French;Arabic. Station announcement in English. A woman nods off.Jerks awake. Mid June is juicy green,ivy on…
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2006: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: In a Highly Refrigerated Shopping Centre they’ve given it a name.a heat dome. as though we can’t feelthat it’s hot. some things are simple. Heat.It’s hot.Simple. mounting a stoolin a restaurant is not one of them. ‘…is that booth taken?I’m moving,if it’s okay with you. If I fall off this stool,it’ll put…
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1906: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Rain-Streaked downcast.soddenas a pouting toddler. I shake the rainfrom the peonies — icy pinkand dejected. he texts:did you hear that? yes,I reply, it’s thunder. I grab my phone, snap a photoof thunder. switch to video and waitfor the next flashof lightning. we’ve lost power. same as it will besame as everywhere Everywhere…
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1803: Everywhere Poems
Of Light and Dark (two versions of the same thought) I.All these yearspressed into my chest,and still, I want to bloom. Still,I turn toward brightness,to seewhat the sun makes visible. Still,I reach for laughter, not as it was,but as something that knows me. II.Yearslaid like stoneacross a chest, still,something under itrefuses burial. I will bloomthrough…
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1706: Everywhere Poems
Witness A blue vein ran throughmy grandmother’s hand, blue as a horizon. As a childI’d glance awayfrom its small tentacle and look insteadinto her eyes, which on Mondaywere green and by Fridaywere blue. Dad’s eyeswere like that. Mum would jokethey were evil and he’d glance upand grin. My eyes are brown. Except when they’re green.Green…
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1406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Sunday Afternoon Mr Whippyis in the neighbourhood. Pop Goes the Weaselechoes from red brick,through open windows. Ice cream weatherhas returned. The sun is shining again. The tune drifts on,turning corners,finding gardens, opening old summers. By the timeit fades, the street is sweeterthan before. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a…
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1206: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: The Heatwave The neighbours assemble on Facebook.That house with no lawnmower.Number 41, someone says,with the dog.That barks. Dogs bark,another says. I’d like to complainabout feral cats — that comment isanonymous. The pink peonies are as big a soup bowls. Foxgloves toweringbeneath the apple trees. He sits with one leg crossed,scrolling Facebook,reading me…
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1106: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A Waiting Wind scrubbing curry stainsfrom the kitchen sink, I remembered Flensburg. we stayed a week —waiting for wind. books.walks.the Baltic. Funny, how many thingsin lifewon’t move until something invisiblearrives. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk…
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0606: Everywhere Poems
30 May: An Everywhere Poem: On Paper The postman arrives withmore origami,shopping lists, and a thousand other usesfor junk mail. Mum saved grocery bagsback before everything went plastic, then paper again. We wrapped parcels in them. No sticky tape. Only string. The paper reused. Life is made of reused words. To crumple,to fold,to toss aside.…
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