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All The Same

October 6, 2017

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“Mist or pollution?” I ask

crossing the murky morning bridge.

My friend shrugs. “Both.”

Cross the bridge or not – we’re a part of it.

Surrounded by it. Inhaling it.

Everyday the same crossing,

misted and obscured.

The students ahead disappear.

Mask up or change your routine.

Why the trepidation?

It’s a part of you all the same.

The motions. The breaths in and out.

This crossing and the rituals before and after.

Cross the bridge – You already have

put feet all over it and joined the mist.

“Too early for all that,” she says

reading my mind. “Cross or not,

you’ve crossed it all the same.”

 

AJG

Some thoughts while crossing the bridge to class in the morning. 

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Just a Moment

October 2, 2017

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Just a moment.

Take a break right here to break it.

Shatter it, in fact. Sweep it up,

grind it to dust underfoot and blow it

into the path of an oncoming car.

Watch it swirl up, twist past my face

then disappear without even a wince.

It’s not real like glass or crystal, right?

Not something you need to replace.

Just break it and make another.

Like we’ve done to so much else.

No one will look back at this and pause

wasting more precious time.

Walk on or wait up for me.

Look back or don’t. Ain’t much to see.

I’m just standing, not caught up in anything.

Staring down the reflections.

A moment. That is all I need.

 

Goldbot

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Move

September 29, 2017

Crosing

Ride the zebra across.

Blur your pasts and futures into the present.

We barely recognise those next to us.

I know you, but not this street or its language of

hashed lines and dashes. I came here sure of reasons,

uncertain of consequences. Like you, perhaps.

Is that something we keep

as our faces distort in each other’s stride?

The crossing here’s risky. No looking. No help anyway:

All the signs and symbols are meaningless.

Don’t look down and if you don’t stumble

don’t smile yet – It’ll come. Just move forward.

Keep going. Don’t stop moving towards something.

Don’t look back or you’ll never escape,

if that was your reason for crossing.

Just look straight if you had a reason

for moving forward at all.

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Goldbot – Xiamen 2015.

A poem and photograph from a Photo/Poetry project in Xiamen, China.

Picture courtesy of Asaka a local photographer from Xiamen.

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Daily Reports – China – 13th of April 2015

October 1, 2015

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Boredom.

Filled the kettle but forgot to turn it on.

Forgot I was even making tea.

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Confusion

So many languages half learnt. Even my own.

Still trying to find the right words.

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Laziness

All the things waiting on my bed and sofa.

I just keep sitting.

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AJG

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The Fixer

September 24, 2015

Electric kettle was on all night

now the tea tastes like metal.

Add some extra sugar.

Computer won’t charge

so now I’m on my phone

staring through a tiny window to the world.

Back’s sore from yesterday-

it’ll need a stretch.

Lost my key, but a new one’s just a dollar.

Looking around I realise

there’s a solution to all my problems.

Keep searching.

One day I’ll find something

that I just can’t fix.

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AJG – 13/04/15

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Reports – China – 9/4/2015

September 23, 2015

A long time in between posts. Been settling into another country and compiling my poetry from Central America/Thailand/Japan into a collection. I am going to start up my daily poetic reports from my new home in China.

Here are some from 09/04/15…back in April!

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The eleven foot curtain heaves against the desk.

It puffs out its chest as much as I’d like to.

I take a deep breathe but it falls short or shallow

one of those, either way not enough. Less than I’d like.

More than I need. Less than I want and can get.

More than I deserve, I suppose. Probably like that

for all of us and everything.

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Want to go out but

no one to talk to and nowhere to go

forced back to writing.

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Leaning over the railing six floors up

leaves hold palms up to catch me

so tempted just to see how they’d feel

and the fullness of the air as well

breezing as I flew past

too excited I have to pull back

forgetting the ground

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AJG

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A Part Of It All

January 15, 2015

Blue skies from sci-fi epics.

Clouds stationary battleships

no attacks in sight.

The sun a bathing god

reclining in all its power.

Absorb its light and ride along

neck bent to witness it all.

The story has just begun.

Bubbles rise up inside

bursting and popping excitedly

as I realise

I am a part of this all.

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AJG

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