Lateral flow Towards the end of the day we play separate particles, blend into the horizon, suspend in a circle of disbelief, unbended in a boundary of surfaces. We, in our way, ground tension, swab away hushed demands: three drops and a benign sweep across the assay. Can an honest solution upend hope, grind down the nervousness, the loss of record, of hair, of years? A moment incites a march towards a simple bounding line, a control to the day ended, an end point to an unsuitable rush, and the quick wick of bloodline.
Stream There was no good day's work done no lingering, watching a setting sun as a world shifted axis, the stream this man once knew as a haven of eels, skirmishing trout, old tyres dried to a drain, water now black and thick. Touching the cracked stream bed, he bows his head to a god and walks home, his hunger a prayer to ward off the leathering. Dust still on his fingers hand print in the crusted soil.
Rain in Munich Rain on tram tracks, a Sunday hour slides by with lapsed dread, anticipation of something more than rain bleeding into repro stucco, rusted iron work, dripping off overhead electrics, drop by rebounding drop. How many drops must fall before one works a way through the tarmac?
Unit My footsteps measure meters, turned to miles, that put distance between now and forced oscillations of us all. My wings unfurl and beat to give me height. What we could have been layered with the weight of every morning, crushed, rotting timeshells hurl me out of persistence. No angel sings, Just the ringing of a bell The quiet whisper of a prayer.
In the commas Painful, such pressure, breathing—every moment retains the blooming and decay of your disappearing into day-to-day poetries I tap letter by letter until, in the commas, you embody a loophole and set yourself to ravage, stripping nerves and veins, increasing tension’s swell in the slip bowl of my body.
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Benjamin Mosse is a half-Irish, half-American writer living in Berlin, Germany. Mosse grew up in the countryside in Ireland and uses these roots and his deep love of jazz to interrogate the space between language, to capture and amplify the day-to-day, to extemporise place as it relates to the individual and to the collective.
