Windvoiced
Will there be,the footprints leftat least a while,beforethe wind & waveshave washed awayall traces leftof me? Me, myselfambitions gone? Yet, forgotten ismuch betterthan remembered& despised. So, listen to the windrejoiceand […]
Will there be,the footprints leftat least a while,beforethe wind & waveshave washed awayall traces leftof me? Me, myselfambitions gone? Yet, forgotten ismuch betterthan remembered& despised. So, listen to the windrejoiceand […]
(i)Bloom-eyed, softly slithers, snake-tailed,seeking sustenanceof cream anda song-bird’s heart. (ii)Purring with retracted clawswe offer heraffection, lovewhen all she craves is nosh. (iii)Sleeping,but for a house-mousestirring, shewill bounce to murder,and proudly […]
The other day when watching the Antique Roadshow I started to ponder about the antiquities of tomorrow. Nothing made by human hands, produced in sweatshops, synthesised from chemicals and burning […]
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
Climbing the alphabet ladder, with an aimless appetite and an actionbesieging, bringing down bulwark to burn andconquer to cozen the crowds todefraud, delighting dozens of dozens,extinguishing every piece of empathy […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.