Poetry in English

NIGHTWALKING BETWEEN CENTURIES Somewhere between ends and beginnings alert to the scuff of a shoe in the shadows a block away, I walk the night streets of this city midway through self-demolition − half-metamorphosed half-decayed − passing shadows of my former self on streets where storefronts have shifted, signs altered, brick facades from another century caught in a bank tower’s funhouse mirrors. And turning a corner I sometimes glimpse the virtual, the becoming city as near in time as this red brick though barely imagined here at street level...