THERE IS EGO IN EVERY STEP

  The trail is not simply sewn with a needle of the sun threaded through the eye of the moon even if I sometimes feel the pinch of that warm stitch as I reach out to that small step claimed for man. Thought is not always free from guilt- we cannot get close to the […]

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PLAYING FOR POSITION

  I played waiter on weekends to women and their well-worn wishes and worries, after or in between or in avoidance of the shopping and washing and cleaning and stewing, mothers sitting with mother, packed onto the flattened pile of the green velvet sofa, scorched with leftover tunes from parted parties and expired expectations, milk […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 1, FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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A BLONDE BIRD IN FLIGHT

  And off she ran a blonde bird in flight, a bright baby bird into the night, focused and flapping as if chasing the morning, as if orchestrating the trees, as if transported by the breeze flying over fields of youth, twists and turns and truth, folds of frivolous folly, courting clouds in curiosity, looking […]

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GEORGES, REFLECTIONS OF SEURAT ON A SUNDAY

  Colour, he saw colour in a park, a simple park on a Sunday, in the summer. Colour, he painted colour  in that park; clear, considered untainted, untampered colour, specs of colour, rays of light in a park on a Sunday, in the summer  in a season of details, in a salon of specifics under […]

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