PHONE. WALLET. KEYS by ADAM FORD

 

ISSUE ONE: March, 2019

WALLET. KEYS. PHONE.

by ADAM FORD

Stop. Wait. What does this remind you of? The dark. The stars. The bite of frost in the air. Over there, the sound of a train whistling. If you had to carry three things in your pocket wherever you went, what would they be? Wallet. Keys. Phone. What if you weren’t allowed those three things? What if there was no such thing as wallets or keys or phones? A photo of my wife and daughters. A piece of smooth green glass that I found in my father’s jacket. A two dollar coin to warm in my hand.

 

ADAM FORD lives and writes in Chewton, in Central Victoria, on DjaDja Wurrung country. He is the author of the poetry collections The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job. His geopoetry walking tour Dance to the Anticlinal Fold is part of the 2019 Castlemaine State Festival. Adam tweets and grams at @adamatsya and his website is theotheradamford.wordpress.com