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Czech Republic Poetry Travel

Cobblestone Dances

Cold and hot, instance and essence, We walked those cobbled streets, exhaling in short puffs to try and hold some of their warmth. ‘Did you see?’ I would say. ‘Do you hear?’ she would say. We discovered which arm positions best suited our frames, Which allowed for the closest proximity and walking fluidity, Like a […]

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3 Words, No Sound

We entered this year with crush and explosion, warm bodies and cold air. Shoes lay ramshackle, willy-nilly, with scattered gloves and scarves on that old marble bridge while we purged our systems of excess adrenaline – this could be the realest moment yet. Hold me close, she says, while not saying anything at all. Perhaps […]