fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: March, 2017

signal

Shaking the outside From a break In my being Takes, From my inside The fake That’s unseen. Manhattan, NY – March 2017

Kowloon Tong

I can’t clean my mind I can’t clear my sight But have vision, through the fog To wake – My inner fight. Shenzhen, China – March 2017

redlights

For real A reality that screams Ever present Lurking danger Lustful pain A listless drain A backwards gain For real. Hong Kong – March 2017