fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

eleven exit

I walk down lanes
Of other memories
Experiencing loss, and love
Of a consciousness stream –
Like being inside,
Another’s dream.

Round Lake, NY – June, 2020

Isolate

See your mystery
Feel your fame
Remember your inside,
Revolutionary, game.

Feel your honesty
And be unashamed
Reveal your outside,
Executional, flame.

Rye, NY – April, 2020 (Quarantine)

Solaise

I measure, my moments
In the spaces, of me
As I think on
My present
As a now – that I flee.

Val D’Isere, France – February, 2020

Mirrored

I fear my own anger
I’m fraught with its pain
Frozen
Fanatic
Fissures
Is my mental –
Terrain.

Whiteface Mtn, Lake Placid, NY – February, 2020

Ramsgate

I write, how I think
How I think, how I write
And instantly forget –
The reasons,
I wasn’t right.

Sonoma, CA – February, 2020

Polanco lV

Slipping, through
The notion,
Of true
Reveals the shadow
In a reflection
Of you.

Mexico City, MX – February, 2020

Sirrine

Stable grounding
Underneath

Shaking through
A process stealth

Betraying,
Delaying,
Softening,
Stoking

A wokeness –
Softly choking
Within its untruth, belief.

Clemson University, SC – January, 2020

Electric Black

Sounds, of the dark
Unfold and surround
They trickle, at the edge
Of your conscious,
Background.

Las Vegas, NV – January, 2020

Ted Lindsay

Skating through my present
I try to shake my inner past
And wonder if my future
Will be a now –
That will not last.

Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, MI – December, 2019

#iwashere

Meeting the maker
While, making me meet
Is a retaking, of mission
And a charge –
For its feat.

Bangkok, Thailand – December 2019