KeepMyShadow

A Place to Keep My Shadow has 130 pages of poetry by Chris Fewings, written spontaneously and then lovingly crafted and recrafted over many years.

Could there have been a kidnapping? A murder?
I listened to his muddled account, uneasy.

I asked the doctor what was wrong with me.
She held her stethoscope to my amygdala.
Thought there was something blocked. Try writing,
she said. I have, I told her. Had to put a bung
in my pen. Stuff kept dribbling out. Can’t you check
my cortisol? I need a pacemaker for my days.

The city writes a city in its margins
And writes another city at its core.‎
The city writes the lives of other people –‎
Erases some, engraves some in its stone.‎