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I play with the bird on my arm  and caress it gently with my palm  I see the procreation of a sentence  a phrase lithe on my thinking sense  I wrap it around my wrist like a bracelet  roll it on my body till it’s wet with my sweat  I am rapt in my patientContinue reading “My poem: A poem “

He’s got paradise on his windscreen  And he dances for the queen  He’s got his engine and carburetor  And he’s the rough road’s decorator  There are rabbits in his hat  And on his feet winds sat  He dances just like that  with the fire-ball’s fire-bat  You can’t take the earth  out of him, was hisContinue reading “He’s got paradise on his windscreen: A poem “

I dreamt that I could turn the river’s flow  into every pore of my basalt soul  I woke up to realise that this floor  can’t be swept clean right to the door  The horsemen in the battle only have evil   in their bows, and they trade blows that they will  I rub a lampContinue reading “I dreamt, but when I woke up, I grieved: A poem “

I reflect, all these years of working jobs  that I didn’t want to do. And earlier still,  an education that I didn’t want to learn.  And the bully sitting next to me reducing me to tears  I found hidden within me a secret communion  An imagination rising like a rope out of a well  FantasyContinue reading “Prayer: A poem “

You were no weaver, but you wove my imagination  You were the precursor of my sacred nation  I think, walking in your footsteps is a dream  the prolific vegetation with which these paths teem  And we were always father-son, son-father  that God planned and we’d rather  I know the fault lines of history made theContinue reading “Dad, you are my running mate: A poem “

I didn’t learn feminism from my mother  I learnt the profundity of womanhood from her.  I was a baby then, when they raised placards  My mother wasn’t even aware of feminism  Her womanly pride was in nurturing  She was a fire-dragon Goddess, not feminist  And she had six of us. No claim of right overContinue reading “My Mum was a fire-dragon Goddess, not feminist: A poem “

The shine of sixty years  And half of it, when I was thirty  I polished the immature strands  into purpose. No fruit was eaten,  the path was not beaten  Even the storm that you came with  had meaning to an end  Help comes with invisible arms  We may feel cocooned by desire,  but the chrysalisContinue reading “The more patient I am…: A poem “

Your blood is waiting, on the boil  in the night that you light the sleep after toil  An age is coming to pass, see the roil  of a carcinogen continue evil man’s spoils  Lovers think you are a nest, they know not best  A sacrilege of sacred, a misbegotten heist  And we think who rulesContinue reading “Doggerel to the moon (but the moon is no dog): A poem “