Tag: urban-decay
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The Watching
I wrote My Pigeon Heart after watching a pigeon settle on the ledge of an abandoned building downtown. The image felt like a mirror — a creature surviving in ruin, indifferent to collapse. The poem’s architecture is vertical: a descent from observation to fracture. It’s about the violence of stillness, the small greatness of endurance,…
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Ode to an Empty Lot
The empty lot of the abandoned car dealershipis overrun with dandelions, thistles, and sticker weeds. On the right is a Baptist church standing sternly against the invasive plants. The ministry’s gardener sprays Roundup on the weaker creepers while his assistant uses a torch on the deeply rooted ones. On the left is a BBQ specializing…