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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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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TURNING CARDS

  In tarot I turned over cards like time turns darker days into enlightening nights, fortune found me first in the Fool’s hold; a kiss of ignorance upon freedom’s feet, a deep dive into depths I processed no questions for. In the World I saw the circle close in to caress, a formation of balance […]

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BREAK OF LIGHT

  I choose the path; this winding way though the midway, battling though the brambles and briars, I have stains on my soul, I have splinters in the tissue of my beating breast, beating, breaking, panting, I have moments when my feet no longer feel their footing, when falling is all I can handle, I choose […]

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BOUND 

  We are to the road bound, paved in method, measure and movement, we dig trenches, turn earth and choke with cement (no joke). We are to the light drawn, toward the harbour, the heat and the hope, bound to shore, to security, to bath and body (to stroke). We are seekers of shelter along […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 8; TAXI DRIVER

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a constant […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 2; POTTERS ON THE ROAD

  I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that caresses […]

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