mornings awake i found myself writing letters in the air, under my breath telling my secrets to the ghosts from last year.waiting for sunlight i’d pass the missing hours,pointing to the ceiling and with my fingerdrawing skylines and inescapable towers. this time last year I was sleeping in Kusadasi,and the year before that it was Venice.Back… Continue reading On summer and the waking hours
I am all sun worship, Heat and fertility and rain dances, Spirit servant to beats in my hips that leak down, rolling my ankles to Bedouin drums Composed to the rhythm of mama earth and her earthquake steps. My god lives in waves, Of the ocean and heat variety, My god lives in throbs, Of… Continue reading About my religion
even a drop in a bucket still makes ripples.
It might be the heat but it feels Like early summer breeze: The valley is hollow and swollen, waiting For sun then rains and Sticky sweat on lover’s necks and skirts to ruffle from now to then It might be summer but it felt Like home, Like in all the melancholy of late afternoon heat… Continue reading On melting
Such disconcerting unrestHas tightened all the muscles in my shoulders,as if to tug on a string and hold me in place, Just in the reach of calamity, Tense at rest. The disquiet in my gut is more than some Flimsy indigestion, some Gastric insurrection no, My body is restless and it knows, All of me… Continue reading on boarding
the waters of colombo are tainted not with the dirty, but rather with deep footprints in mud holding fast the impression that you may walk on, walk on assured that change will not come. when with wave after wave and rain after rain, nothing washes the sticky heat off your neck, you turn to shady… Continue reading on islands