Man in the Fedora
Chronicler of city nights and whispered truths.
Recent Musings
A curated selection of recent works, capturing the fleeting moments of city life and quiet contemplation.
Poem #1
The city exhales a neon sigh,A lone saxophone weeps to the sky.My fedora's brim catches the light,Another soul adrift in the night.
Poem #2
Cobblestones whisper tales of old,Of stories bought and stories sold.Rain-slicked streets reflect the moon,A forgotten, half-remembered tune.
Poem #3
Shadows lengthen, sharp and long,Where do these lonely streets belong?I walk the lines the cracks have made,A part of this urban masquerade.
Forthcoming: Man in the Fedora
A new collection of poems by Zeyad Maeen.
Wander through rain-slicked streets and contemplate the shadows of the city. Pre-order your copy today.
The fedora tilts, a brim against the deluge,
Each drop a memory, on the pavement's page.
About the Author
The voice behind the verse, the shadow beneath the brim.
The 'Man in the Fedora' is an observer, a wanderer of urban landscapes who finds poetry in the overlooked corners of the metropolis. His work is born from late-night walks under sodium lamps, the quiet hum of the city, and the stories etched on the faces of strangers.
With a background in classic literature and a heart tuned to the rhythms of modern life, he crafts verses that are both timeless and contemporary. His inspirations range from the smokey ambiance of old jazz clubs to the stark beauty of brutalist architecture, all viewed from beneath the iconic silhouette of his fedora.
This platform is a window into his world—a collection of thoughts, feelings, and observations captured in ink and shared with those who also listen for the city's hidden pulse.
Dedication & Inspiration
The muses and machines that fuel the ink.
My journey through the written word is deeply indebted to the titans of dark academia, who mastered the art of finding light in the shadows.
To Franz Kafka, for teaching me the poetry of the labyrinthine and the beauty in the unsettling.
To Fyodor Dostoevsky, for his profound exploration of the human soul, proving that even in the deepest existential trenches, there is a story to be told.
Their spirits haunt these pages, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
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