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man on bicycle pedalling through summer rain smoking cigarette
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When we moved in five years ago, the bottom of this tower block was painted red, so daishin named it the Baboon. We have been happy living here, and we are happy to leave.
This evening I reread Sam Hamill’s poem The Orchid Flower. I corresponded with him for years, though we never met. He is among the people who have died whom I cannot bring myself to delete from my email contacts, for reasons I do not understand. When he died in 2018, I wrote this poem:
For two years, I lived on the edge of woods, on the outskirts of Chattanooga, Tennessee, between a sewage plant, an American Indian burial ground, and the state mental hospital.
“is meaning created by language or language created by meaning?”
hot liquid poured fills cup stays there till you drink it pour it out something else happens
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christmas lights in window of home scheduled for demolition
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This evening, I have been rereading passing through by Tom Leonard.
Despite the denial, it is hard to be unaware of death if you pay attention when you walk around Glasgow.