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Photograph by D Young Street still life with traffic light. November 16, 2017. One of the basic situationist practices is the dérive, a technique of rapid passage through varied ambiences. Dérives involve playful-constructive behavior and awareness of psychogeographical effects, and are thus quite different from the classic notions of journey or stroll. —Guy Debord, Theory... Continue Reading →

John the Revelator

John the Revelator We streetcar’d down- town cruising our morning on Canal this was about the time of the Challenger blowing up on take-off we went into Woolworth’s for roasted nuts talking Challenger ache for true a hobo at the checkout summed it up for everyone throwing out his arms shouting ain’t that Challenger just... Continue Reading →

A Tuesday five-liner

waking up this morning icy tramontana broad shouldered gale blatant enemy of trance thief of peace and sleep Photograph ©D Young. St. Paul de Fenouillet, October 2015. Cinquain ©R Young

Gulf Pines

Here is Gulf Pines, an e-chapbook we published earlier this year. You can download it to any e-book or pdf reader. It’s free.

Le Pouss’Café in autumn

Le Pouss’Café in autumn It’s a play on words and a catchy one The ancient family Pous and a drink In the heart of old St. Paul, Le Planiol Its platanes rooted in the source Flowing underground to the Agly Forever The traveler’s salvation The countryman’s comfort The exile’s reassurance That one center holds Still... Continue Reading →

A banc public for Didi & Gogo

A banc public for Didi & Gogo It’s like it’s all arranged This natural corner for a Rendezvous, quiet now But wait & take off yer boots The morning will pass & then The drilling grinding sawing Erupt in the middle of the day What are those people up to No good You say, but... Continue Reading →

Oh Love Ophelia what have you done

Oh love darling partner in this journey home you walk me up rue Arago in the dark dawn lights in the Bar de la Paix sandy-hair’d dogs ready in the streets to accept offerings black sacks of ordures ripe and stinky petty criminals howling after sunrise up the valley the chattering chorus of birds on... Continue Reading →

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