Friday, October 30, 2015

Sweet ghosts

I bet I met an angel last Halloween
Now I'm all but a witch
though he called me his Queen.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Found this line in my dreamcatcher this morning...

The summer that's gone had a spring that'll always stay.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


These trees
they sway
they've got wing
from the cloud that's coming
and so would they
waiting for their wet
me waiting for mine

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

How invisible do you have to be to start being visible to yourself?

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Another woman's breast
the first sign may be
may be not
just a screen.
Benign. All fine.
Walk away disdainful
hope he'll make up find a way
His guilt turns into petty defense
some other pretext
goes away
I hope he'll come
He realises some
but does not warm, feed
calm a coughing soul
or come back like I would
and once, wish he too could
I read, try sleeping but only toss and turn
I burn.
But he, his snare, too much to care.
I pour it all in a poem
bury yet again my hurt
to go feed him on a spurt
although he consumed
another woman's breast.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Night notes
No no
But the best of it rides on the moon
Ah no, but your time's noon
But that's always impossible.
Always too soon. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Last pages. Dear Life.
The dearest ones.
Sounds of her simplicity
Of country words so comforting
Interrupted now by
A blow drier making a crayon clock
Bread butter business
A gong like beating
The night guard's stick
Perhaps - or a mad man
On a rampage
Or midnight construction
Deconstructing souls
Click knocks of the kavi cupboard
Blaring music in the big cars of brash brats
The guard stick chasing them
Soon after, musical goodbyes
From relieved dinner hosts
And intermittently,
This cough,
Crowing croaking choking
The lump in the throat
Struggling to throw itself out
But all the bags of air
Too thick for sweet silence tonight