This poem is an update to the original one I wrote for the 2019 NaPoWriMo. Your (Updated) Horoscope for the Week: - You will be visited by a purple thunderstorm in a dream. It will be what you think it is.- Gift your favourite book to a new friend. Gift wrap it with a yellow... Continue Reading →
One In my dream, there is a quiet verandahof an ancient temple. The blue light falls like a shadow over the verandah and me.I wait for a leaf to stir me awake, a prayergong to sound, for even my cat to appearbut nothing moves here, not even me. I carry this dream around like a talismaninside... Continue Reading →
Sunday Afternoons are Escaping The Sunday afternoon dips its toes quietly in rose water and stays there looking at the purple flowers escaping from stories inside books. They overstayed in their desire to be found and when no one came, slipped away to find new homes, peeping into this poem, that mosque, this hill where... Continue Reading →
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