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

Wind

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

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

When they throw you out at a busy crossing, naked and bleeding, you think, perhaps you might have saved yourself. … More

1. Baptism by time -I- rain-sleep in a clock desert, like a thousand kisses on broken glass; or shadows of … More

There’s nothing but walls, old grey walls, cracked walls, a wall of walls; several layers of cloistered space with damp … More

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

Looking down from the window of your twenty-second floor apartment, the slums beside the canal look like frail match-boxes. … 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

Rupture -1- They speak, who do not speak hiding their face in a cage of sparrows. Their medusa grin … 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

(Title influenced by Joan Baez’s song) -I- Blue sunlight on lotus leaves, leaves and prayer, someone flits across the … More

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

Travelling with your soul in a suitcase at 4 am in the morning. You know, the winter sun can … More

-I- Beneath the shadow of the moon, beneath the fracture of cries, the dreams of the solitary stone. Because you … More

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