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Meditations

            Seeking In silence I render my song In stillness I yield In the dimness and the brightness I could see that it is The One Still I seek I am drawn to the distant sound Of waves splashing on waves Of rocks breaking on rocks Of soft rain seeking to blend with...

Holiday Pay

It’s fascinating how having money can make most inconveniences suddenly feel bearable. This was what you were thinking of when you finally       As an employee of a BPO company in the city, you lived from paycheck to paycheck. That meant that for every...

Bound by the Same Umbilical Cord

Stone and Scratcher after a photo by Frank Cimatu My human knows how to scratch ecstasy and submission out of me, rendering my retractable claws cold as a wet nose. My side turns into a Zen garden. I lie, a stone smoothed by hands of love, slender fingers tracing landscapes on my...

My Body, for Sale

-1- Azalea stood in the dimly-lit alley, the cold night air biting her skin. She clutched a tattered piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, her last hope. The door creaked open, revealing a man in a sharp suit, his eyes scanning...

Hypnagogic

I see a scarecrow On the yellow moon By the window Of the third kind Woman or man I ought to know I look to the left It shifts to the right Towards Venus I look to the right It pivots to the left Away from Polaris But the night Out of the spotlight Restarts daylight

Parivaar, Family

As the plane prepared for the final descent, I could see Lap Kok’s blaze of lights. For a while it seemed the universe had inverted itself and heaped its billions of stars into this tiny former British colony. This was my first trip...

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Risen

All that I've got is a sinful heart I am offering. What is it for a cloak in you that I wanted to be clothed in? Blessing...

The Pruning and Other Poems

The Pruning Deadhead the ground where petals lay, not the blossomed branch, rivered & riveted this garden, this square of pear & pine. Unlock the pruning knife, cut the roses back to thorn, back to distel, to angled light. Be...

GUERILLA DOWNPOUR

There is no warning— the sky, a sudden insurgent, opens with                     guerrilla downpour. Torrential rain, an unrelenting witness, assaults the fragile spines of trees and the quiet bones of houses. Water...

Making Believe

How long to carry on this pretense That, yes, I am now fine Making believe that you are just away on another Of your many leavings But how...