The St Ives fisherman’s co-operative at the end of the wharf near Smeaton’s Pier sits quiet compared to the ice cream shops and fish and chips shops. In the windows are things attuned to the casual visitor. A few days after I went I read about the shop, which had been there since the 1920’s. … Continue reading Essay: “Guy Cotten” in Yellow
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The Hunger Wall
The ancient Soviet pipes, Left the water tasting Strongly of Iron from the kitchen sink. The old TV tower, like a monolith Alien in the sky over The Jewish quarter, And the medieval city. The cluttered old cemetery. Night bus like a chariot. They’ll sell you water For a few Crowns, but coffee is free. … Continue reading The Hunger Wall
Brno, Czech Republic
When you realize, the new sense- By the neon light- Of the sex shop sign, and the Soviet era tram system grinds along steel lines. Strange shock for the foreign frontier, Where I came to purge the untrue self, or just as well Rattle him. Close your eyes, and think of England. Isn’t that what … Continue reading Brno, Czech Republic
Essay: News from Home
In some ways, I wish college and traveling abroad wasn't sold to us as such a unanimously great thing. That is not to say that I regret my choice to travel to Ireland. However, this notion that traveling abroad will be "the time of your life" is utter bullshit. I suppose it's more difficult to convey the … Continue reading Essay: News from Home
The Summer Triangle and a Land of Abandoned Lake Houses
I saw a photo of you in an ocean-going canoe. Not so much one designed for it, rather, the old beat up one that you kept among the brush and the sand dunes. The one meant for a pond, made of cherished and dented aluminum. I saw you amongst the floating bits of ice in the … Continue reading The Summer Triangle and a Land of Abandoned Lake Houses
Coastal Roads Taken at Speed and Great Velocity
It’s in those moments, clearing my sore throat and feeling the scruff of my face against my hands, late at night in my dimly lit dorm room, that I’m drawn into a sort of trance. Back to the days of high adventure, of a romanticized and imagined past contained in a dark parking lot with a … Continue reading Coastal Roads Taken at Speed and Great Velocity
In the Style of a Bus Dweller, Fairbanks Transit No. 142
For what, if I have yet to depart among the many mastheads of Falmouth Harbor? For what, if the ferry has carried me to and from the Island, but never across the sea? I have been far and wide in my town; found the hidden places like a maker of maps; carved my sign in … Continue reading In the Style of a Bus Dweller, Fairbanks Transit No. 142
