Turn up the soundwaves.
Half-toned tellings nothing.
Inked HA-HA eight hours hauled.
by Emmy Horstkamp

Turn up the soundwaves.
Half-toned tellings nothing.
Inked HA-HA eight hours hauled.
by Emmy Horstkamp

Windy walk today.
Puddles marking platform,
gusts in air fading.
by Emmy Horstkamp 24/1/2024
First train arrives on time.
Storm gusts blowing,
marking griffin appears,
guarding commuters - invaluable on rainy days.
by Emmy Horstkamp 24/1/2024

-Start- Heater begins to warm. Sitting on the train, I will not be late. Start my day - My Job - Today. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/2024

Today I woke up an hour before I had to be on the train. The time I start my day is important only to me. I am not on someone else’s timeclock. I start my day early to take photos on an empty train and to get to my workspace before the chatter of coffee breaks begin.
Today, at 700 there was coffee chattter… the first time in two months. I’m not sure what happened to bring all those people into the workspace on a Tuesday. I missed the usual quiet work morning as people spoke nearby. I did not get my usual few hours of work before other people crawled their way into my mind.
I wrote the above poem this morning. Below are the two poems that inspired it.
-Start- My day or I will be late. 5 more minutes. My morning or I will be the only one. OK. My job on time - This is a breeze. OK. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
Heater begins to warm, Sitting on the train, I will not be late Starting my day - my job - today. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
The third and first poem I wrote is:
The time starts my day, not the only one early, the breeze starts it's day. by Emmy Horstkamp 23/1/24
Each morning, I write small short poems in three different books and then use these poems as inspiration for my longer Storeyean poem.
The longer poem for today is about my commute and the words surrounding me at the office space. Some words from the above poems are used in the longer poem but, all four poems say different things about my morning in the UK.
Mixed bag morning train, commuters to local stops and King's cross. Notions of quiet perceived and acquired. Editing the day as it happens / transpires / presents itself. by Emmy Horstkamp 22/1/2024

Strong lights casting attention on polished wood & steel.
Forged footings set for embarkation,
entrant to the commute on Stand-by.
The onset of Thursday set for seven bats-of-an-eye.
by Emmy Horstkamp 18/1/2024

What are you saying? As in missing... Please.
Morning train moves - wizzing, snaps.
Have you heard --quiet--
piano keys on the train.
Falling asleep - Must be somewhere else.
By Emmy Horstkamp 17/1/2024
