Bugs don’t want to know how a day passed To let the bugs know my island slow roasted now lives in smoke…. Bugs to you– I don’t want to know how a day passed busyHow the traffic snarledTrench coats soaked in muddy rainA rose crying baldHow a friend forgot a promiseKids missing schoolHow the fish […]
2 The Poetry Podcast Elysian ways of meeting our souls’s demands through a poetry podcast “We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”― Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn’t Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young Yutori is a Japanese word which denotes the conscious act of slowing […]
Sun dials shaping time Dialing the sun to reach time Sundial pours sand. Time.Tickling down through the ridgeTo reach the big round bulb. Like we wriggle through the rigors of pain,To reach the world of sun.The shine. The brilliance. If sun had a regulator knob,We could light it up in untimelymoments,But it is in nature to […]
That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
Phantasmal falls on my Orthopaedic Pillow The Rising Sun Keeps a Triangle of Shine The rising sun keeps a triangle of shineOn my orthopaedic pillow,Shaping the window which allows its entry.Thinks it keeps my bones warm. I allow. Last night it was the moon who passed a joke Through her shining beams, in her ravenous tendernessExpecting […]
Pathetic dreamer-still to be born And connects us Snow white doesn’t travel the distance—It falls to its own weight,Only a thin layer of air circulates,And connects us. So we think. Air now teratogenic, heavyAs you grow inside me Ready to move,Still to be born,The womb cradles you,The way nature cuddles a storm, Thoughts pigmented are put […]
Punctured sky-Where lullabies are Unwritten Stories Words now lost in the crevices of the sky Punctured sky bends the night– Words lost in the crevices of the sky Will one day fall as rain,Drenching the damp earth Where Lullabies are unwritten stories hemmed to a setting sky, They never burst in the seams,Slide ’n tinngggs like a few […]
Side Walk begins where the old road ends Keeper of Dreams silly, fragile and gay Dreams silly, fragile and gay,Kept in a freezer come what may,Packed tight in silvers and zips alike,Making sure no one got a dime. Wished for it to open one day,Heated and served the old China way,Wrap it around like the […]
