autumn moon
rises over the city
before night arrives
Autumn Moon [Haiku]
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Category Archives: City
City as Organism [Free Verse]
There are cities that grow upon cities, piling them up and spreading them out; amoeba-like false feet reaching down the cold run corridors of transit Markets grow up through the cracks - some vast and hardy tumors of commerce while others are little card table kiosks kicked into corners The view becomes uniform & undifferentiated - like an ocean, sprawling to infinity in all directions; more complex than the sea but equal in its dispiriting sameness In some room or another, in that vast repository of rooms, everything that can happen is happening -- loving, killing, praying, torturing, healing, and so on Rooms are the city's cells; the buildings - its organs; the neighborhoods - its systems; and we are but molecules in the city's scheme.
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DAILY PHOTO: Bangkok Canals
Those Who Bled for the City [Free Verse]
blood runs to the gutters, flowing and whirling, a sluicing pink juice that circles and sloshes down the drain most did not feel the missing blood, but it came from each and every one of them - the locals, the exiled, the travelers, and the ne'er-do-wells - all bled into the city, and something grew from that protein slurry most contributed only drips & drops, but some hemorrhaged, giving their liquid selves for something they couldn't anticipate
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DAILY PHOTO: Chicago River
Varanasi [Haibun]
Varanasi smashes up against the Ganga. Note the tightly packed warren of lanes near the ghats, as if the city is compressed there. It's only farther from the river that the city unfolds, gaining breathing room, becoming wide enough for streets and signs that aren't blurred by being too close to one's face. The ubiquitous smoky scent also hints at a collision. Yet more evidence is seen in the barren east bank, a sandbar occupied by lounging cows and cricketers. As if the city refuses to crawl over the river as most cities do. The east bank desolation allows the formation of the "Golden Bridge," a band of orange that spans the glassy waters each morning, the only bridge in sight. ramparts loom; boats glide over glassy waters
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DAILY PHOTO: Alareshwarar Sivan Temple Overlooking Vellore
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Manila Limerick
There was a grumpy man of Manila who didn't care the slightest scintilla. He'd lay on the horn - even on Sunday morn. When the sign failed, the Church hired a guerilla.
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After Midnight [Haiku]
after midnight the city transmogrifies; birthed anew at five
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DAILY PHOTO: Chennai Central
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