Saturday, September 17, 2011


How does one keep a dozing blog awake?

Saturday, June 25, 2011


Reflective love
Always on the brink
Calm, smiling.
Patience, love
Pools, glinting,
Reflective love.

Giving in,
Standing on the brink
yet giving in, wink
Brink, not now, now again
Blink, gone again
and back,
Reflective love.

Love, soft
patience, touching glass.
Soft sounds on glass tips
Rim, smiling
rounded, glinting
Clink. Touch.
Yes, reflective.

You, more.

Love. Reflective.

Saturday, May 21, 2011


It's summer around these parts, and the jungle has seen many stories.

Kinara just found the jungle. He is relieved; he's been looking for it all his life.

Savera feels the summertime beating on her shoulders, so she drapes the jungle around them carefully.

Humbug believes that the jungle is an imaginary place, because no one he knows lives there.

Jeera feels hot and bothered without the jungle. It helps him stay happy.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Scroll for more.

Tip out the contents.
Scrutinize, then turn pages carefully
Don't shake a single drop
Burning throat for comments
Glassful, tipful, eyeful
soil magnify
Bits, dust
Scrambled soil
Turn the pages
Scroll for more
Bodily video
Cut body parts
scrumbs, crumbs
frontal lobe
smashed shirt red pulp
tip glass
rings, blood in maddening gold
confusing, stones and kidney ring
hands holding
but actual skin to skin, lines on lines
aunt says no,
aunt says yes
Scroll into
into, more spent
spent, dead sparrows
freakish darting
one stuck in your throat
bones, investments in hard calcium cash
scroll for more
land on feet
on hands
farm yourself into earth
sow fingers into
into, more
fantastic shapes
darting, stitching
sifting bodily
three more lives
scroll for more
down under, your last
breath is earth
hard shell snake fingers
rum baked on a wrong day
toes stuck
luck out
fast, hard and twenty times
spent toes, spent
Luck, hard, cruel
scroll for more.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

I don't know what to draw with.

i don't want you, ink, liquid, thick nib mouth, dribbling greased lines, flowing homeless
i don't want you, tight, prissy, thick ink and stark square, stubborn and slow drying
i don't want you, needle point-narrowed, single point and thin scream, squeaky line
i don't want you, watery line, unintentionally fluid, dilute, careful
i don't want you, sinewy, smiling, confident, infinite line, no blotches
i don't want you, distracted stubble, attractive still, in all your disinterested glory, pencil line
i don't want you, thin, bright happy ink, eager, wide-eyed and sharp
i don't want you, drawling crumble, careless smudge, charcoal line
i don't want you, childish, gleeful line, scribbling, crying, sudden laughter
i don't want you, faint cynicism, grim, stretched face, rotring line
i don't want you, powdery, soft, comforting homely line

maybe you should pick me today, and not I you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

Thursday, January 27, 2011

separate and consume.

Memories that are all stuck together like old jujubes in plastic boxes.
Now the yucky green one has gotten fused with the
yummy orange one, my favourite, but now one of six sides
of the orange one will be more green than all orange.

to boss me around

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The pineapple slacker

The rules, the roots in criss-cross boughs.
Give me my money back, this tin
is misshapen.
Don't make a fuss, your boughs are
Mine aren't, waiting's my only chance
for a flight out of here.
Newton forgot the Pine,
And I can't be blamed for it.

Chewy like mild wombat afternoons,
Chewy, like tinned carelessness,
Twenty roots criss-cross on yellow.
Boughs of sweet nothings
Tangled in a sour hug.

person, camera