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Ian C. Dawkins Moore
My BiosphereMy name is Ian, in England bornMy father’s from the islands, my mum’s from that shoreMy youth was spent fleeing xenophobic bores.I traveled to Athens and TimbuktuI bathed in Alhambra, G...view moreMy BiosphereMy name is Ian, in England bornMy father’s from the islands, my mum’s from that shoreMy youth was spent fleeing xenophobic bores.I traveled to Athens and TimbuktuI bathed in Alhambra, Granada tooI could never shake my brooding school.My American wife dragged me hereMy stepdaughter in toe, a brand new sphereMy opposition to the states to five years to clear.I started again, from scratch in hasteI stared to relearn a new verb, chaseI started to learn a new action, waste.My endeavors were positive though painfully slowMy dues well paid, eventually did growMy overnight success took many moons to glow.I now serve the public civil and cleanI now work the markets and international sceneI now have great credit and a labyrinth machine.My writing before covered prose and essayMy heroes are Baldwin, Sojinka and SesayMy novel attempts include travel and jazzy.I read like a fish that swims in the nightI spend more on books than I have such a rightI meditate, cool out, and stay UN-Tight.My dreams are to learn the heart of the wordMy hopes are to chase that winged birdMy endeavors I pray are to teach and be heard.I live in Oakland, city caught in a lieI dwell in environs of many colored eyesI inhabit a space of love and deep sighs.My time here now is eight years plusMy memories of home are short and cussedMy life’s irony is to be an English fuss.view less