Category: Poems
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September
“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” ― Rowland E. Robinson All those years ago, in late September, in that coffee shop under a bruised sky, as day melted into night, the auburn twilight evoking poignant memories, the Amaltas fighting to […]
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The Portal
I step into The Portal and a wave of numbers, alphabets, hieroglyphics and images rush toward me, saturating me and making me anxious. It takes a little getting used to. I still remember the first time when I thought the maelstrom would consume me, devour flesh, bone, and marrow. I […]
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Adam
How lucky Adam was. He knew when he said a good thing, nobody had said it before. – Mark Twain In the garden, before Adam ate the fruit, was he whole? He knew good, seemed naïve, blissfully oblivious to suffering and creative madness or muses alighting on his mind and beckoning […]
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My world
When I was younger, the world beckoned me to explore it, to play football on the streets using the gates of houses as goals, to ride my bicycle into neighbouring districts, finding unfamiliar faces my age and befriending them, but as I grew older, I sought to bring the world to […]
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The wind
“So high I almost touch the sky/ Thank you, thank you/ Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings” – Bette Midler Have you heard of Kaladin Stormblessed? The slave who became the storm, defied the odds, and overcame everything thrown his way? One with the wind, nearing godhood, enduring death-dealing […]
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Tradition
People are always talking about tradition, but they forget we have a tradition of a few hundred years of nonsense and stupidity, that there is a tradition of idiocy, incompetence and crudity. – Hugo Demartini Jimmy comes to my corrugated shack every weekend and shows me his poems, asking for constructive criticism. He treks five […]
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Artist
After failing as an artist (a synonym for unemployed), I worked in a mine in rural America. Not much in those badlands, except weeds the colour of my skin, jingoists who loved guns, and Confederate flags. There were some good people like the ones who left me alone as I […]
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Free
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. – Albert Camus The wind soughs through the wayward pines, past the dilapidated mines, beckoning me to join it, to walk away and admit my need to be wild and free, […]
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Benny’s
There’s ash, destruction and dust, the colour of red ochre coating everything and everyone — The crumbling brownstones, the weeds and thornbushes, the rocks and us pilgrims, as we make our way to Benny’s. The serpentine path breaks in places, and we have to wade through muddy water and climb cliff faces. Benny’s in the […]
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Endless
I’m meeting an acquaintance in the Metaverse at a virtual café he’s trying to get me to buy. The possibilities are endless, he says, and then launches into a spiel about the money I could make hosting parties and concerts, inviting musicians, displaying digital art. I look at myself in a mirror opposite us in […]