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On the theme of Sultry my short poem is based around the weird in-between space of autumn where people aren’t having summer romances anymore and aren’t in a rush to “couple up”.
The winter always seems to bring yearning to me, or heartbreak, longing for summer months, or to run away to a completly different country. That’s not really possible this year, but there are still chances to start over, every day, in small simple ways that can change you too.
Traveling across the United States on my own has been a great inspiration for my recent works. The theme of SOLACE called out to me through this.
From encounters with locals, to talks on long train journeys, what I was often met with was incredulity. People don’t travel across the states alone. Or so I’m told. It seems it’s just not that common. But thorugh it I was able explore, in doing so I got to carve out a space for myself and from this the poem was born. There is an odd solitue with traveling, even when surrounded by people we can feel the most alone.
September Sweat
September Sweat In the thin red months, between the cool condensation on the outside of a pitcher hot drips, lemon wedges, barbecue air and bundled fire moments strung-light nights, red-nosed hot-cider fueled, short days hang the sultry autumn days. They pride themselves on slow-death the wilting of sun-baked promises and the springing up of cuffing season adding of layers, scarfs and distance contemplated love letters, dried flower stems a change in the wind, on the tongue salted, warm and wanting, they'll linger.
Lake Shore Limited
People don't do this take a train, alone, on purpose carve out time, odd furrows across this fractured land they don't sit with themselves watch winter lakes brittle crack the cold sun rising slow spindle trees and left-behinds they think I'm mad or running breath ash on a platform window marked traced trail but in this rhythm I find solace in this movement I find home
SAUER// SOLACE // JULY 2020
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