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25 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
25.09.23 Driving South Along the Mosel River 7:25Fog licks the morning in curls, and rides like wingless birds on grapevines. Hushed on terraced steps. River reflections that come for solitude. This is the Mosel River. 8:00The old church tower is a spike into time. We are small. Solitary. Rising essence of water, we are this.…
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24 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
23.09.23 (from Hamburg to Koblenz) 08:19I want a universal mandate that all bathroom fixtures must be the same. At each new hotel, I need to ask him, How do I turn on the shower? 08:50Rain is no metaphor. It is soberingly wet. It is a thinly veiled image of myself. I managed to turn on…
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23 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
22.09.23 (Svendborg Denmark to Hamburg Germany) 08:51He’s starving. Dinner was foofoo, he says. One radish on some green stuff. Apple. Maybe. And pickled rosehips. Says the evening’s still stuck between his teeth. 09:15Oh yeah, he says, and there was veal steak. Now I’m reassessing this whole starvation story with a squint. 13:14Driving leaves me punctuating…
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22 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
21.09.23 (563 words: reading time 3 minutes) 09:57Cows find their way on to fields where they shouldn’t. It is life beyond language. 10:00Hay stacked in blocks of henges. The next farm, rolls ambered disks. Like fallen moons. Grounded on a field. With cows. Wind haunts the air. 10:20Birch. Curvaceous green in the wind. Air is…
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21 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
20.09.23 09:00He’s refusing to talk. You’re writing down everything I say. No, I’m not, I tell him. I didn’t write what you said about your foot itching yesterday. Well, okay, I have now, but you forced my hand. 09:01He has an adorable grin. I love to hear him laugh. 10:50He and I have been through…
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20 September: The Goatherd #9
And It Comes the day opened like a flower,the air warpedand hotand unfinished. the woman remembered itas two hemispheres –the beating heart of day,and a wild fermenting moon. and she went blinded into its creation,a brailled path,feeling her way,close as foggy sleep. and when that rooted knobreleased her spine,she cupped a child in her hands,…
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20 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
19.09.23 08:10The rain is a tantrum. It’s dashing itself against the window as if it were a ship on the rocks. He’s staring at it. It will pass, he says. You sound like Nostradamus, I tell him. Or Moses parting water. 08:15He’s still standing at the window. Looking. Rain and sea. Wind in syllables. This…
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19 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
18.09.23 8:03Nobody on the beach this morning. A pitched wind; high seas. Not like yesterday’s sun and Sunday. There’s a scattered kaleidoscopic of litter. Left to blow away. 8:15Sails up. Jibs full. Hulls cut the waves, tack and turn. Out-pacing seagulls, who shout at the wind. 08:30My hair’s never been longer than my shoulder. I’ve…
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18 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
17.09.23 07:53 (Kerteminde Denmark)There’s a man walking a small white dog on the beach – it hates waves and disappears into the long grass. Seagulls above, circling, searching for breakfast. Or the dog. Two women breast stroke against the Baltic waves. 8:20Those two women still dripping of Baltic, walk down the street wearing bathrobes and…
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