How events alter perspective * Life is a favor, a wrap of gifts- a mountain pass, a tornado tail, a giant finger twirling daffodils, life’s a beat, the pulse of temples in skins everywhere: we don’t know each other, we are the tamed songs we cry in the sleep we sleep after we eat for Continue reading

FMF WRITERS …in the yard, two little dry leaves twirl down, a path runs empty to the door where Moki was. She was fun, and then a lot of sadness, her eyes full of words she wouldn’t say.. a void staring back. But the first thing I ever noticed when we first met, was her Continue reading

From when I can remember, to date, I collect leaves, press them, store them like precious friends. Looking closer, its a memo into the morrow…(flowers too, but leaves!) Something about them registers as stock thought. So yes, I look for them wherever we go: a park, a hotel yard, stations here and there, our own Continue reading

over and over, consumed, ejected, wrapt in a trap, shunned, broken, breaking, the spin of death, shredded, cold, hot, drenched in the ice vice grip of hurt, betrayal of our own sense, all defence taken, shaken off every last foothold, look – no feet, just a core convoluting, gone, arriving in new, formless shapelessness, the Continue reading

“What principle?” Bojai grins. He knows one thing and it runs like a contagion in the family he adopts that month: be Selfless, Serve, Love I’m not feeling very generous today but Boj ignores my sulk. He puts others first. Later he might tell me like it is, his words will fall like steady rain Continue reading