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badge_Singapore The wonderful people at Internations got in contact with me a few weeks ago to let me know that they would like to feature Texas On Thames as a Singapore Recommended Expat Blog. If you aren’t familiar with them, they are a global organization that hosts tons of great events to help expats connect with one another. I am super honored to be interviewed and listed among such talented Singapore writers. Here’s a link to my interview, go have a look and tell me what you think. 🙂

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This poem was featured at the start of the 2007 movie, Into the Wild  and was published in The Gold Cell ten years prior. This is one of those poems that for me never gets old, despite its melancholy and resignation, or perhaps enhanced by it.

I hope you enjoy it too. xx


 

I Go Back to May 1937

Sharon Olds

 

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the
wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips black in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it–she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

 

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Hi. Been busy.

Please enjoy this Charles Bukowski poem I recently discovered and love.

I hope you enjoy the space.

xx

no help for that / Charles Bukowski

there is a place in the heart that

 will never be filled

a space

and even during the

 best moments

 and

 the greatest

 times

we will know it

we will know it

 more than

 ever

there is a place in the heart that

 will never be filled

and

we will wait

 and

 wait

in that

 space.

~ You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense, 1986

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