Be Somebody Here
In New York you’ve gotta be somebody Somebody with a big ass & high heeled shoes like daggers Somebody with wrinkled hundreds in pockets ...
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Writings
The Message
Bodies pass one another a thousand times But so few meet There is the urge of flesh There is the tenderness of heart There is the...
Old Pains
I’m acting like a fool because I want you to love me You do, but you don’t How unoriginal a story How counterproductive in function A...
Faithful to Faith
If there is only the northern wind that carries through the heat If there is only a hand to hold before the raft sinks If there is only a...
Forgetting to Remember
My grandaunt Roshni is wrapped in Alzheimer’s Her daughter tells me it began from isolation An impoverishment of interaction The disease...
Re-Wilding
Wild girl, That guy needs to live a little Love more Teach him to be generous A man becomes a man When he can give to a woman Be a woman...
Cut the Short Cuts
Zig zag down back alleys Refuse the full stretch home It’s called taking short cuts Quick thrusts, rabbit hops, Short jumping bursts of...
The Fisherman’s Catch
At the end of the Lycian trail An old fisherman makes Turk chai over a fire He’s lived in a sodden tent on Çayağzı Beach Since he left...
The Lovely Little
The delicate voice of longing Urges abandonment of the false prophet Please don’t assimilate to greed Swat off money’s grasping hands...
All I Ever Wanted Was Everything
Nestled in the green bosom of the Austrian Alps, I missed the warm pacifying waters of the Indian Ocean. As I watched Russians in leather...
Love Lives a Life of its Own
How badly my pain wants to be unique So scared of it’s ordinariness Its watery impersonality Its plain featured face It constructs a tale...
Scent-sation
Mumbai smelled as strong as the working hands of the laborers in the Dharavi slum. Tardeo smelled like white fish and coconut the Parsis...
Spontaneity
Impulse is thoughtless The body is propelled to do To love, to eat, to fuck How can I allow myself to be led By what I don’t know I want...
Child of the Streets
At midnight in Mumbai the air is heavy The ocean is a dress of rippled silk The night props its elbows on the water's surface There's a...
Is Freedom Free?
Suffering is free So is joy There are truths taken as embroidered conspiracies Conspiracies spun as solid truths The important things are...
The Carcass
It is said that monks meditate upon their deaths. They learn non attachment to the body mind complex because they sit with its...
Blank
When life feels too significant Too large and too evident Silence is the primary audience A pause between words or The lack of words...
In The Female Form
The female body is like a bonsai tree, tended to with precision and pruned to be orderly. The bonsai tree does not grow naturally but...
Who Knows
There are no morals, there is just righteousness. There is dust on the Protestants Bible and the Quran is at the bottom of the sea....
Existential Angst
Drunkenness and dirtiness is a sad rebellion an impulsive loop to downward spiral, and kiss the dampened Earth. In other words, I lay...
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