Category Archives: epoche

My algorithmic lover

Posted on April 24, 2021 by subincontinentia

I needed Massive Attack tonight ~Oh how well you know meThe perfect song at the perfect timeBetween lovers there’s so much whyNo need to explain it to my Spotify. You know things about me, even I don’t knowAnticipate my every … Continue reading →

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The angle of the year

Posted on April 23, 2021 by subincontinentia

It’s that angle of the yearWhen you walk open to the windLike a taking-off craneNot bolt fast against it Like the door of some deserted church You find a light-soaked treeAnd as you curl around behind itYour body gets quietly … Continue reading →

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Stop pushing the future

Posted on April 9, 2021 by subincontinentia

Stop pushing the FutureLike the last grains of white powder– the last stack of chips– the last debt that you owed– the last oath that you promised– the last deal that you closed– the last seed that you sowed. Stop … Continue reading →

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Cats of Zanzibar 2

Posted on February 22, 2021 by subincontinentia

The cats of Zanzibar have a presence that I’ve rarely seen in the stray cat world. You see them in full and unguarded sleep on foot-worn steps in the middle of the day in the relentless cacophony of commerce. Since … Continue reading →

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The Cats of Zanzibar

Posted on January 22, 2021 by subincontinentia

The cats of Zanzibar have found a 10th life – an island paradise of dog-less streets (they just blink lazily when you ask them why), with scores of wide and shaded smooth-stone steps, the languid hours staging few interruptions to … Continue reading →

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You are the perfect bud

Posted on November 25, 2020 by subincontinentia

You are the perfect budIn every flowerThe bloom, the wilt, the petal fallMirrored to Infinity. You are the dark-fingered howlThat rips the brittle stemThe long and deathly still decayThe tight dry seed, blindto its changeling form. Photo by: Susan Burgess … Continue reading →

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Welcome to the disconnect

Posted on November 2, 2020 by subincontinentia

Welcome to the disconnect word by word and step by step, You think you’re free But you’re just not one of us — Yet. Eyes downcast or staring bare Into a world Beyond all care. Forgotten how to say “hello” … Continue reading →

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Fisher Men

Posted on October 11, 2020 by subincontinentia

I’ve seen the oily-legged saddhus on the Ganges In their tumble-down monsoon-moulding houses Brewing chai on wooden fires like practice funeral pyres Eyes as deep as wells In the ringing temple bells Casting their minds towards peace Fishing for the … Continue reading →

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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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