(2013)
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.