The faint red impression

In the morning
in the mirror
in the hospital light
of the toilet
on the train
the faint red impression
of my woollen beanie
on my balding,
freshly shaved
forehead.

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Poet. Author. Beard. Husband. Dad. Four chickens. Dog. Cat. I can sometimes fix my lawnmower.

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2 comments on “The faint red impression
  1. miranda says:

    *gosh*
    That’s beautiful.
    A kiss on the forehead.
    And one from me, too. x

  2. […] also declined “The Faint Red Impression”, a poem about train toilets and beanies (as previously seen on this fine blog), and “commensurate with skill”, a minor observation about people’s varying […]

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About Adam

I'm a dad and the author of the poetry collections The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job, the novel Man Bites Dog and the short story collection Heroes and Civilians.

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This website was created on Dja Dja Wurrung land.
contact: adamatsya@gmail.com
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so this happened... #mrt #mistert happy with today’s random encounter. he came home with me ma - can i keep ‘im? ps they don’t write liner notes like that any more. “The first few moments on land are always disorienting. I need a moment to adjust to the air warming against my skin and the unfiltered light coming in straight lines from the sun.” that one time i wrote one poem about #björk’s “Alarm Call”
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