Feels like love
Yet - sounds like hatred.
Looks like a basement that has not been visited for years.
Like sweet milk gone sour
with the smell of burnt chicken and sweet potato pie
Like my grandmothers kitchen on New Years Day
The land moves.
Like a delicate baby -
crawling.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Windy Graffitti
Their buzzing blue subway
Projects Learning
Like a famous snobbish ground
SHOUT RESPECT
You are a community metaphor
Faint
Ugly
Annoyed
Effects of Change - Part 2
Life is always precarious
dependent on high winds and waves
Yet now, ominously
On my visit to see what is left
I find only a basement -
rendered uninhabitable
by other Effects of Change
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Effects of Change - Part 1
Above all we are closely knit
a single binding
This mixture stirs up a sensation that runs deep
a supreme sense of place.
That place now in danger of disappearing beneath the waves
Once part of the empire.
Monday, December 5, 2011
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