Monthly Archives: September 2020

Cracks

Posted on September 21, 2020 by subincontinentia

I’ve known a lot of people in my timeHugged strangers in the streetFor no other reason than my arms were cold. Seen them laugh and seen them fallSeen their hearts dart in betweenI’ve fallen with them, with the boot upon … Continue reading →

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Back to the ocean

Posted on September 8, 2020 by subincontinentia

You crawled together out of the blue. You – brushed your hair in the light of his naked skin – Hesmoothed his rough edges on the pumice stone of your shyness – Youleaned on his shoulders after one too many, … Continue reading →

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The unmasked ball – an old revolution in rural France

Posted on September 3, 2020 by subincontinentia

“How did it start?” I asked my friend.“Well, we were at a gathering just after the lockdown lifted. We were all wearing masks. I’d forgotten mine and had to borrow one from someone. But this guy entered the room, and … Continue reading →

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Afterlife

Posted on September 1, 2020 by subincontinentia

We wonder what it’s like the Afterlife Where they go, the close departed The ones we always felt would stay. Could never feel so far away. Is it a black brick wall in time? Just a stop along the circle … Continue reading →

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