inbtwn the clouds

a cross-continental collaboration 

words by Maxine Flasher-Düzgüneş & photos by Alexandra Noelle Chan 

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[travel is relentless. it is ceaseless. and it is heartless. in these past few months of flux and falling, i have begun to think of places as isles, isolated helipads where we either float or descend. and we don’t distinguish anymore between the fluffy and luminous or the melancholic and grey. everything is cloudy now. no one knows the distance between spaces because of malfunctioning apps, new covid restrictions, unexpected deaths, and tail ends to cities we thought we were over and done with. so here again is new york. a past life in encore. a strikethrough heart. where i find myself in a layover that could last forever…if i say so.]

the eastern sun fades the dancing shadow

an early morning without coffee

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but over Brubeck serenading

the lonesome hours between glass and green

you learn how to dance again

and read the silence

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as if it were a beginning

while it really feels so much like an end

the cawing grey

and piano keys restless for a drum set

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it hasn’t come in yet

be patient, you say

and the plane ride will bear you

as you bear it

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boxed and branded up

sewing the waiting like a long stich

the momentary loss of one life

as you race after another

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through the damp fields dreary

and wildflowerless

every signpost an exit

the yellow arrows laugh as you scurry

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from map to map

looking for the monarch way