You are more powerful than you think you are Can’t you see? You are where you are, you will be where you will be… Despite, despite despite. There is no need to fear, or look over your shoulder. You have only moved forward. You are…
I got into a train today Why do we romanticize the middle class? I’d forgetten the smell of shit The fleeting visage of poverty And that Railway tracks are garbage dumps, spittoons, open latrines. That the vinca rosa bush growing on the edge of a…
Rain; The drama of a storm. Lavasky sunrises. Coming home to a tidy room; Clean, creasless bedsheets. The curling eyelashes of sleeping children; the fragrance of a baby’s 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…
ONE DAY AT A TIME 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…
ARROWHEAD & ADJECTIVES And all the stories I told you The layers, the colours, the different threads, I gave them to you to hold. Why didn’t you encircle them as I would have your stories? Why didn’t you hold them till they grew smaller? (We…
Be water. Unstoppable. A melt from capped peaks, Gaining speed. Taking with you, a bit of everything. Making a mark without making a mark. And as you approach The pebbles sing. Be water. Deep, mysterious. Familiar. A sorceress. Quenching. Teaching. Soothing. Music-making. Amorphous. The dew…
I HAVE NO POETRY FOR YOU 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….
I take a fork and dig the hard rock I want to feel the veins in my neck bulge As I dig, bleed, and make furrows on the ground. I want to hear the scraping of metal against stone. Between memory and forgetting On a…
DISCOVERY Give me a secret But one light to bear. I can’t give you mine Mine’s not to share. . Mine has iron shafts With their tip bent. There’s a man so familiar My head can’t pretend. . There’s a girl She’s sobbing Children shouldn’t…
This morning K said to me Have you read Calvin and Hobbes? And I thought, “Have I? Have I!?” in utter glee. And just like that I was there with the things I left behind. Zapped back through the portal called mind. . For me…
