Death of a poem

The poem always comes to you in moments of crisis. When after the lingering effects of last night’s quarrel, you’ve … More


No more of witch-hunting in gramophone voices. No more of staged distractions and dilapidated laughter. Erasing with a wind compass … More


Faces grow like petals in a footage of voices wobbling in repetition. I try to unlearn the grammar of her … More

Musings on laughter

Anatomy of laughter What is laughter if not borrowed speech dwelling on stolen time which has the lightness of derision … More

Not you

  What lies between you and me, is not you, nor me but something like us, not quite you perhaps, … More


-1- Dead cat that smiled at dinner quietly imagines spaces, soft, uncertain. Slow whimpering along the extinct highway, with painless … More


At evening the sky is blazing yellow and you stand at the foot of the staircase wearing your soul on … More


-I- Stare, stare at those figures frozen in motion, the pale splendour of lifeless limbs shivering in the soft ecstasy … More


  Marina, let me breathe out into lips of water; spaces of the mind in bright blue sunshine receding quietly … More


  Calmly forward towards the self away, away from gravity. Defenseless under the darkness of pillows your large black body … More


  Let us meet in sweet oblivion at the end of this circle, when you have built a church with … More


What’s in a breath that spirals stone from the first miracle of the wet earth? You lie between the night … More