Category Archives: epoche

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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Resistance

Posted on July 26, 2020 by subincontinentia

I raised my battered head from the screens of certainty And the tremulous courage of the robin’s song spoke more clearly Than the honking of a hundred earnest mouths, More than a thousand fingering dis-embodies performing every ancestral insult Until … Continue reading →

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Confinement

Posted on July 7, 2020 by subincontinentia

Yesterday, I was a happy resident On this Blessed Isle Today, I am a Castaway. The long shore wet With Emptiness. And all the lively footprints of the sweet Chattering running birds Washed away. The grand smile of the ever-giving … Continue reading →

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10 things a conspiracy theorist taught me about the novel coronavirus

Posted on April 15, 2020 by subincontinentia

Perhaps everyone likes to think they are more of a free thinker than they really are. But at least in the spirit of free-thought, I belong to a couple of Facebook groups where ideas less traveled are freely shared and … Continue reading →

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Lockdown strapdown

Posted on April 6, 2020 by subincontinentia

Even the shadows are telling me to stay home…

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‘Pandemic’ – are you game?

Posted on April 1, 2020 by subincontinentia

It started in January Or possibly November I just know that it’s something I’ll always remember. So many ways to play this NEW GAME WHAT the hell is it? And WHO is to blame? I heard it was bats. No, … Continue reading →

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On that step

Posted on February 22, 2020 by subincontinentia

The optician’s sign reads: Worried about your sight? Reading faces like braille with a skinless touch I want to ask, “What about the ones who see too much?” Don’t misunderstand me, I would not exchange my spectacles for yours It’s … Continue reading →

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My virtual boyfriend

Posted on February 18, 2020 by subincontinentia

Your profile photo was a severed head inside a washing machine I should have taken note but my head was busy churning inside my own dream. A wineful of heartache, fingers tapping out bravado and nerve like racers at La … Continue reading →

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Just the woman

Posted on February 14, 2020 by subincontinentia

You told me I’m the woman Just the one you’re looking for, Well, I said, fine, I have the time To understand this frame of mind. You took me to a rain filled bar Of down-turned eyes and hearts so … Continue reading →

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