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Charon Drives a Yellow Taxi in Gaza\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n the cabbie suddenly thrust in the role of Charon <\/p>\n Lucas Chib<\/strong>: His poetry has appeared in Glasgow Review of Books<\/em> and Sentinel Literary Quarterly.<\/em>\u00a0 He has worked at a refugee camp, collaborated on and edited screenplays,\u00a0 managed the creative production wing an art publishing company. He currently lives in Baltimore, Maryland.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Charon Drives a Yellow Taxi in Gaza\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the cabbie suddenly thrust in the role of Charon is now burdened with transporting to paradise the soul of a passenger that dies before she can tell him her destination but there is a problem, he doesn\u2019t know the way he circles around the edges […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7662","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7662"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7664,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7662\/revisions\/7664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nis now burdened
\nwith transporting to paradise
\nthe soul of a passenger that dies before
\nshe can tell him her destination
\nbut there is a problem, he doesn\u2019t know the way
\nhe circles around the edges of this city of shelled ruins
\nstopping at every light to ask for directions
\nto where no one is sure exists. In the end, after a futile attempt
\nto find a place
\nthat is nowhere on the map, he surrenders to the saintly voice
\nof the GPS guiding him further down
\nhighways to nowhere
\nuntil at some point, when it gets him to
\nthe edge of a cliff,\u00a0 it says jump \u2026 he drives on
\ndeeper into the formless shapeless endless unknown
\nfollowing the lights
\nthat keep coming up in the horizon then fading\u2026<\/p>\n