"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, December 4, 2016


Untitled Sculpture
Olivier de Sagazan
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In birth, there is no beginning:

You tear the membrane for first breath,
scrape clay from beneath fingernails,
discompose your memory of the chrysalis.

This is nothing to where you have been,
you reiterate, edging away
from the grave of your ancestor self.

The pain is only temporary
and easily hidden in a well-cut suit.


Inspired by the performance art of Olivier de Sagazan (from Samsara)
Flash 55 PLUS! in The Imaginary Garden

Saṃsāra (Sanskrit) in Buddhism is the beginning-less cycle of repeated birth, mundane existence and dying again. Samsara is considered to be dukkha, unsatisfactory and painful, perpetuated by desire and avidya (ignorance), and the resulting karma.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

A Painless Day

The Water Tank (1734)
Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin

The future arrives just as water
breaking its tension
slips over the edge of a drinking glass
and falls – you know you will feel
a cold splash on your toe
and move your foot to higher ground.

But isn’t that already in the past,
even as the words I write
for you to read tomorrow will surely
be forgotten, even by me, after?

Yet one wakes hoping to live a painless day,
a better year, only to die a good death
as if to propel oneself into a certain future
one dimly conceives perfecting all the errors
that could not be avoided a day ago.

This is the present, you said
and I believed you.
Whatever we do with it is ours.


I am slowly emerging from a hiatus, in which I deliberately put my pen down 'until December'. I do so for the excellent prompt set by Izy Gruye in The Imaginary Garden, under the heading Out of Standard: Future/Tense

In other news, I am very proud to have a selection of my poems published on Verse Wrights. My sincere thanks go to Carl Sharpe for this amazing opportunity.