Sky blue. Purple. Bright yellow. Red and gold. Shades of green. Vibrant orange. Light blue. Turquoise. Ultramarine. Deep blue. Grey and black. One star. Two stars. Countless jewels. Pale moon. Liquid yellow. Thin orange. White. Light.
Trembling dust passages of time from here to eternity forever young forever renewing. A broken faith a bruised body a hurt soul churning through gaps in space. We all wait. We all will be healed.
She goes by my house every morning, her pitcher held aloft on her head- she silently descends the steps to the river. Lowering her earthen pot she sways it back and forth in the water. As the water casually and haltingly bubbles into the pot, her serene face watches, lit up by an inward light. …
Long before I watch the yellow colours unfold in the morning sky yesterday’s rain seeps in through the door and crawl on the bed. A little cold, a little wet – and I awake from an unfinished sleep. I shake off those waters, that past that binds- but it follows me like a …
In my house there is a circle where the sun streams right through the stones. Stars and moon threaten to fill the circle. Precious loneliness- funny, because you can’t have everything. Watch the rain glide down the skylight and think of your beautiful home. The phone that always rings- you may reconsider. Pull down the …
My body is flung between places flesh stretch from here to faraway and beyond. My blood has turned to sea water torqouise and foaming where it hits the skin. My hair, entangled like roots in a rainforest it seeks water below the ground tired and thirsty. Gather them together. Collect the pieces- the hair, the …
The sky caught fire that morning I could taste the cold. The air was crisp and I sliced it into pieces and ate them one by one. And the flames in the sky beyond the hill danced to touch the blueness- that lapis lazuli blueness. A buzzard circled above me, sailing, like fish in water. …
It was the rain that sang to the blood, its own secret melody dancing , swirling. Every crimson drop caught the rhythm of the water as it slid from the roof to the window sill. Dark, dark red, mysterious and nourishing I felt the redness- hot and frothing like warm, comforting chai. I smelled the …
She stands at my door, dripping green water – a white water-lily entangled in her matted hair. Her eyes burn like red-green fire, flames leap up to turn to rainbow dust in the thin night air. And she smells, Oh– She smells of the black soil of dense forests and the crests of foamy waves of …