Epilogue - Self Portrait Weyburn Saskatchewan
She And I Were Both Here - Somehow
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Bangladesh - China – Canada – Joe Fresh T&T Can’t Buy Me Love jpmelville my god my job in the global economy hmmm let me tell you i am a simple man in a corporate cross-global space living in hotels eating in restaurants walking on streets swamped in urbanity a soul among millions Dakka - Beijing - Vancouver swimming in a swamp of madness cars and neon signs airports and mergers... this is no marco polo world no wilderness no daemons no wonder no treasure no awe no sirens not even conquering for all is conquered all has conformed we export and we import now we own we buy we come laden with oil, wet we come laden with sport shoes and cell phones and garlic, sweat and grime we unisex partners, ooooh come go laden with the same and call ourselves richer, fairer, peaceable even tolerant for the effort? but i with little to do but open my eyes i can see the movers and shakers, banga bazaar ...
Constellation
Constellation 5 June 2020 jp Focus is an art… (says he who is notoriously not…) How not to be distracted by constellations so everywhere above and at our feet…. Wherein we are ourselves a constellation.
After Long Days of Travel
After Long Days of Travel 5 June 2020 jp After long days of travel A night passes And I open my eyes in this strange abode Rain… Distant thunder… Dog sighs… Drops pattering on roof… Glass distorted wetness… Wind rustles leaves… Contented aloneness In my mind’s emptiness Awaking with dawn From sleeping on the floor Of a wooden shed Dog sighs again Rain patters some more… My skin cool with solitude Caressing my weariness away.