Monthly Archives: May 2019

Notes on the keys to change…

Posted on May 18, 2019 by subincontinentia

The Bridge Between what we are And what we could be Exists Only in …the Crossing              

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The Turk at Twelve O’clock

Posted on May 11, 2019 by subincontinentia

On a long road in Tottenham I walk with my eyes on the drains. With one love behind me and one more still giving me pain. A drunken Turk heading towards me from twelve o’clock Well at least I know how … Continue reading →

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Prophet on the 259

Posted on May 10, 2019 by subincontinentia

When he got on the bus, his stench was enough For all eyes to fall footward and arms to fold inward Sainsbury’s bags stacked between rows of cold knees planning evenings as tables for tea and TV. “We’re all sleeping!” he … Continue reading →

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I sat down to talk with you

Posted on May 8, 2019 by subincontinentia

I sat down to talk with you and as I rambled on about my day My sleeve brushed against your shirt. The friction was enough to send me on my way, but One tiny muscle in my ankle was enough … Continue reading →

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