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Last songs in School Halls

The wind calls from the corners of the house,

Carrying dreams to distant hills,

In sleep, I sensed the owl

And heard the tall trees

talking in the dark.


When we were younger,

We caught the early bus

To small towns

And at the end,

We slow danced with the echoes:

Last songs in school halls.




Notes from the field (8)- Travel at night

When I was young, sometimes

we rode the trains overnight

to new houses,

loud dreams

riding a rough disjointed shaft,

rumbling deep into the night.


And in the spaces:

towns lit

like strange vessels seen from a distance

sailing some dark and blackened ocean.


Dirty yellow stations,

words behind the shuttered windows

and I

asleep in rough blankets

am carried across the shores of memory

toward the vast and orange expanse

of dawn.

“Sometimes Afraid” from the Series: “Who we are”


“The voices in my head are shadows, shadows
She comes to me, to tell me what they’re after
Says it ain’t the end boy but you best be careful, careful
Might catch your tail end in a circle, circle”

  • With thanks to Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros (Child)