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On the Ternate Star 1991

September 6, 2024 – 1:33 pm

1991 Early evening time Standing on the stern Of the Ternate Star Out of harbor Leaving behind the Spices Islands Nothing like it at all___ The silhouettes of Mount Gamalama and Kie Matubu volcanoes Smaller and smaller The scent of island’s famed cinnamon, durian, nutmeg, and cloves Fainter and fainter With every twist of the […]

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Bobby B BADD

September 5, 2024 – 6:39 pm

Gather round my friends To hear a tale. About a young man__ No one knew so well. A drifter dropping off a southbound train. Happy to be anywhere But Laredo___ Bobby B BADD A beat-up black suit on a scarecrow body. A hundred and fifty-four pounds soaking wet He bent over to a trickling hose […]

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Long Island RR Crossing

September 5, 2024 – 10:09 am

on a LIRR train from Montauk. Racing through the southern tier of Suffolk county. Cars stopped at train crossings. The blank faces of commuters released from work___ I so wish I was one of them. Accepting my fate of 9 to 5 job monotony. If in a car Home only minutes away Wife or second […]

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Marais Rendezvous – November 23, 1983 – Journal

August 25, 2024 – 9:43 am

Rendezvous Sasha at 7:00 Ma Bourgogne Place Des Vosges Her husband out of town___ Someplace to go Someone to meet___ 6:45 Leave the apartment___ Out on Rue de Deux Ponts Le nuit Light floats as bulbs Atop the street lamps___ The sidewalk Swept by a cold northern rain A good raincoat, gloves, beret Totalment Okay___ […]

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Train Travel By Night – July 27, 1983 – Paris – Journal

August 23, 2024 – 1:25 pm

Night time Someplace in America Friday night Travel by night o fun Nothing to see, but Darkness Sometimes passing through small town. The semi-blue TV glow In the living room window Marking the passing houses Upstairs All the children asleep___ Mom and Dad have gone out For dinner, for drinks, with their friends In the […]

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