Thursday, March 08, 2018

translucent and flowered

curled along the edges
lifted on leather wings
slid under, quiet so quiet
strafed around arches and vanes
her eyes sifting slowly
with many rushing thunders
round and inchoate
between deja vu
the force majeure
sunrise on weather winds
tilted with raindrops
through sugar and leaves
to draw horizons with chalk

Monday, January 01, 2018

happy new year

watching the love story
of ana ros and her sommelier
over dinner on new years eve
curd rice from aurora temple
gongura pickle from vishnu foods
chundo pickle, masala banana chips
from rajeshree grocers
with mildly fermented
fruit punch and pomegranate juice
from walmart, burlingtons
and I dont know
if all these people
loved me
from the taste of it
I believe so

Sunday, December 17, 2017

the texas holdem lifestyle

a regrettable clean by product
of carvers and sanders
without the advantages
of people people
who just pullover
and have their party
stuck in the timeloop
of life
the slow unseasonable progress
of interest in hinges

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

my name is red

One of my favorite books by Orhan Pamuk. He has the most authentic female voice I have ever heard in a man

 “I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

 Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances. 

I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted. I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.” ― Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

crescent moon

after much consideration
and extensive research
I do believe
the milk of human kindness
goes nicely with coffee and cake
chocolate and raspberry jam
and silence is still barely
understood, learnt or tolerated
before breakfast