Edge or SODO
The scene that sets the scene is here on First, at Spring not Lenora, where a dark column of a room touches the street in the form of a window.
When I say street I mean a place where walking people shift by, working and unemployed looking for lunch or a coffee, space to schmooze, to pretend being high off drugless beer, sugared electrolytes or milked-down decaf.
Or artists between paid hours, fake sophisticates, inventing tears to go with far-off situations, scavenging the sections of other cities’ newspapers and taking notes in the form of verse in European languages,
examining words like carport, slipstream, labor, facilitate Read the rest of this entry »