Posts tagged ‘city’

April 11, 2018

Stay Up

by Renwick Berchild

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

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September 1, 2017


by Renwick Berchild

The towers, though goliath and glinting
all look the same, with four sides, four thousand windows,
four hundred workers all at their desks, clattering, and stretching

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May 14, 2017


by Sebastian St.John Montgomery-Greystoke

LONDONSirens. Busses. Polluted air

Millions of strangers, none of whom care.


Hard-faced ladies. Unloving boys

Dirt. Construction. Non-stop noise.

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January 10, 2017

The Beasts of Belltown

by Renwick Berchild

This fire is cold, cold as the north wind blows
over the Belltown towers, blinking in their dead lights.

Beasts of Pacific silver, crowns of wire and iron bone,
cool jaded life, dispensing profane alleluias, alleluias, allelu,
forsook from the holies, allelu-lu-luia.

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August 26, 2016

Such Is The City

by Renwick Berchild

I cave backward at the knees,
Drown in the city.

Things that do not breathe take precedent over dreams.
Cannon fodder persuades, short dresses unravel into rape.

Humor bends the metal beams and pads the concrete,
But I sink inward at the cavity,
Fall in the city,
Fall and pull my eyelids low.

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February 24, 2016

Soulful City

by Colly

The pastel blue’s, artistry, mural, empties into green die upon grey concrete, flowing, dripping downward’s.

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February 24, 2016

Sun-caped Cities – form writing

by Colly

The city has a soul.

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November 11, 2015

Lights across the city

by Jem Croucher


Bright lights across the city
and me fifteen floors high
I have a perfect vista
‘Neath a dark and starless sky

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May 6, 2015

Forty Below

by Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books® and


painting by Richard Rensberry
Without warmth,
the sun is piercing bright.
My eyes burn, water and blur
blind and shut. They seek
the darkness and comfort
of earth beneath snow
as white and deep as January.

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June 9, 2014

A City Park

by Emily Page

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May 10, 2013


by dokurtybitz

Noise and motion
Without end,
Watched over by
Sentinels planted in
Metered intervals,
Token offering
To what was displaced