Activities suspended on this blog temporarily because I fell out with poetry and with myself. I'll return when I do. Thank you for logging in.

Rain

Rain?
Rain-
rain.
Rain!
Rain;
rain.
Rain-
rain?
Rain:
rain.
Rain...

St.Valentine's Day?

an arbitrary day, made up of first nervous motorcycle rides, chocolate bars, earrings, cards, nervous hands, anger, jealousy, madness, forgetfulness, temptations, the need to hurt each other- they are what this day is.

Shoes for Sabina

It's always trousers, diapers, socks, tee-shirts, jumpers, I plan for Sabina.
Sometimes, a new wheel-chair.
How I ache to buy her some shoes.

You write to me

You wrote:
i'm beginning to think
(just inchoate strands of thoughts)
that there must be songs waiting to be graphed--in the deep infinity around us:
if we can only keep from drowning.

And I thought:
there was a time i was drowning
in thoughts like foaming waves
and I, the novice swimmer- gasping for what must have been you:
half a minute of your hands on the small of my back,
is all it took to heal

CRAP

i write a lot of rubbish now, coz that's what my head is full of at the moment.
am angry and confused. i hate the images of the child who was beaten up by his employer. i want to beat the employer to death. am so so so mad!

On a foggy morning

i am learning to love how the tall buildings cut through the early morning fog to come into existence. the fog is good for the squalor- it somehow, makes it look less crowded.
i'm also learning to love the blueness of the kathmandu sky on lazy saturday afternoons, and sprinting through the streets like i was in a hurry to get somewhere.
but it's sunday morning again and am wondering why you leave this hollow in the spaces around me.

almost autumn

and I turn my lens
toward the sky
capturing
my favourite blossoms
for you,
not knowing
they will be the reason
for your leaving.

now, i can't wait for them to wither

Departure?

the clock
makes a noise
against the blankness
of my insides

a farewell should have had ceremony