BETWEEN THE COURSES AND THE CLOTH

  Gracious and godly, if I recall correctly, you sat stocky at the table and told us your passions for paintings and pretty things and how you’d fallen often, of late, on bended knee over a foreign body to worship the whole beauty of his being. I was shy of 20 at the time, new […]

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TYPES OF DOLLS

  They call them Russian dolls but there was a shop that sold them by the Nieuwe Kerk in Amsterdam, not far from those ruby lit windows displaying Dutch dolls in de Wallen, both of which provided excitement for wet tourists under rain coats in the soaked summer months terrified of traffic and tram tracks […]

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MY THREE FATES

  I- The original   Water                            floods flesh From carnal comes forth     creation Washed in sin and they watch. In judgement Water releases               hold Sign away the rights                to his name   II- The Second Coming   Tears flood                   drained desert She will be  an ocean             once more Blood             […]

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CALLING

  Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]

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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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SWAN NECK

  Swans have long necks though not as long as giraffes but I wonder still if they can see further upstream than the rest of us whose necks barely stem a few inches above the clavicle. The current is a nonstop exciting confusion, waves of wisdom and what ifs- what if I fall, what if […]

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FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK

  I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separate […]

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BLANK CANVASES

  Light can be ubiquitous, even in the darkness of youth but it’s not always lucid- sometimes it twists shadows into shapes that seem so much more sinister. Innocence is a bright spark that can be knocked down to stunted shadow by a thoughtless twist in the tale or a pedestal pitched at an imperfect […]

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BETWEEN THE SEAMS

  We came for the cows- sleek shiny skins to sew into seams and cents but were caught in a contradistinctive cacophony- silk sarees, careering through merging traffic in colours more complex than considerations of the constellation, on the backs of mopeds, motorbikes, motorcars, broken cars, cars piled on top of cars, twisting and turning […]

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ORIGINAL SONGS

  Here now, flown back to nest since moved in absence, these streets hold no shadows of my former shyness, they do not call me by nickname, or your name. I was never open enough then to be called by your name, their name, his name, back then when there was no him and barely […]

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