In the lives of ordinary people does emptiness steal in, on regular evenings? The food has been made, the chalk-stained children are clean, the floor has been swabbed. Twice. The kitchen top is gleaming, the vessels shine. What now? Nervous fingers run over a stray…
From one book to another, I wander restless. Sifting through words Stretching my bones over fables. Resting sometimes Fleeing some times. Gazing in wonder at ripples on glassy surfaces Savouring the surprises. Thirsty always. Drinking deeply from cool crystal pools Of your story And yours…
Sometimes i think of you And trace your name in the air Lifting each letter Watching them stay, not letting them fade. summoning you over and over again. There is everything in the memory of you. Yet most days. Most, most days, When i glance…
In the lexicon of my mind Safety is my wordstock It’s part of my coding. One day at a time One day at a time. Unharmed impregnable safe safe safe. These are the repositories, coffers, vaults i get behind. When i string words in my…
The moon is whole You know it And i do too But if you choose to see it For the shape it shows Beneath a shadow That should do too That should do too The moon is scarred You know it And i do too…
When we are done with all this With the tatters After I pick the pieces Or if I grow new skin, fingers, heart, stomach Do you think i will walk whole? Because I want to walk whole. And When I’m walking whole Please see that…
You and I, for a year We’ve been circling each other Drawn by attraction. Fascinated by the broken constellation we have become But what is attraction before fear? Repelled by memories of love And the knowing that Resolute, perfect, lifelong-lifelong-guaranteed love Can break. Can be…
I don’t know why i don’t have much to say to you. Perhaps its because you walk lightly. Or at least i think you do. And it can’t be anything I’ve given to you. Your mother is a stumbler. • You are my belly laugh….
The drama of a storm. Lava-sky sunrises. Coming home to a tidy room; Clean, creasless bedsheets. The curling eyelashes of sleeping children; the fragrance of a baby head. A brush of lips on my head when I’m working (The nothing-is-needed-I-just-remembered-how-much-you-make-me-happy-walla-peck). Mornings. The cool hush of…
Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me your name? Can I tell you who I am? Can I re-spell maisha sans refrain? Tell me, can we start again? Do you know the things you’ve done for me Are things you don’t…
