You Said

April 10, 2016 at 8:12 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry, Uncategorized)

you were walking
with a bucket in your hand
you said God was in the bucket
you said you walked for hours
along this road in a foreign country
while cars went zzzupp zzzupp
in the afternoon
many years later I met you once
outside my house
you were drunk
you played your piano in that hall
and hit us
we sang
transported
on a sea of song
we sailed to Rome
O captain at the helm
see this soldier
marching off to war
in his helmet and armour
his mother weeping
we ran like deer through the woods
chased by a burning moon
we sang and the hall rang with our voices
vive la vive la vive l’amour
your wife had died…
many years after your own death
today I think of your dark glasses
your grief.

– Dominic Alapat

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Woodsmoke Turns One!

April 14, 2009 at 11:41 am (Uncategorized)

 

Just a quick note to say that we had started this blog exactly twelve months ago.

It hasn’t been always easy to find time and motivation to keep it going. But the more we do it, the more we start believing in it.

If we have just about started acquiring a voice, it is only because, you, dear readers, have decided to lend it your ears.

Thank you!

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