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Visited by Dante?
I’ve just had my Book POLISHED ARROW Reviewed by AVINISH PATHAK : an honest critique, well advised, in the absence of familiarity ( & talked of with the Mr Dante); Dante, a Literary nferno. Me, a ‘pickle of meteors & dust’ (Polished Arrow) . Dante does say👇🏼 Yeh. We are pickled in war & peace! Continue reading
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Nervous!
“Don’t.” She says. It isn’t just a warning, it is a rifle pointed right in my nose. We were 12 and 13, and now decades later Kila is still saying that to me; she knows what kicks me raw in the gut where I keep intuition but now am flinging it out the window – Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You Continue reading
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The most fun way to exercise heart, is Blog about preciousness !
we do not have one good pic together: so I made one from decades ago, when. (I’m the messy one, blue) she is gorgeous, supermom, angel all rolled in one – how on earth’d we ever call us Twins? The heart has ways of reaching in our spirits and making twin souls, esp in our Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience Continue reading
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run like you feel it
Why I still love the Olympics, is that tho’ they’ve fine tuned every muscle they can, the final act is unscripted, absolute, real, unedited, emotion, life, death, the dying, birthed again, all in one combustion, yes? I’ve never watched Shooters, Archers, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off Manu Bakker, ah the focus Continue reading
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‘Polished Arrow’ my Book is Live!
Young Ema, a social outcaste, addict and loner, in 100 pages of graphic hurt, Free Verse, & Grace… Grace & Pain are personalized. They have arms and faces, they’re not exactly what we think. There’s Lies (Slie) – of the cathedral of ash; SeribudDeer, aka The Bruised Reed. I still see alphabets in reverse, a Continue reading
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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her Continue reading
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The Power of Story
FMF Writers, Prompt Pursue. Uncle Thoma insisted I write short story; he was a Journalist “Write love stories, hate stories, don’t stop” Pursuing is a whole different revolution around the sun. Now just when my eyes are not so great, the Nudge returns. Write! Uh, not easy. My retina need breaks now and then, or Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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Change me
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
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My burden is Light
Be a little light, a meteor, a star, a speck of fire in the dark, don’t be the dark, pl don’t, that’s too lonely, yes, no, we can’t be Light all by ourself, we’re too selfish. True Light, it gives, gives. Remember the manger, the stable, remember the Cross. That’s the real thing. We can’t Continue reading
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December Ember
“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer. “Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’, wheeeeh! Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words Continue reading
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Of hill valleys & sky
Bathed in cloud forests, wiped by His rain of tears : I return, new. Here’s the greatest speech I ever spoke. Here’s the steepest prayer, the breathless breath : speechless sentences in images: estates of the mind, coasting my heart with Yours, oh my Father in Heaven … “..not my will, but Yours…Abba,” Sweet relief. Continue reading
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Evidence of things not seen:
Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities. Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread; is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith: buried under the dust of the stars we shut in Continue reading
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Of where hell shivers
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
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Read your voice !
“Writers are tortured souls,” says a member, in recent Commonwealth writers circle, Asia. Enough said, be kind to the voice in you. In us. Don’t tell people who they are. Listen. Respect their lives. We live in our humilities. They can take us to other realms if we’re careful to not be self piteous, or Continue reading
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Not-so-Passive Aggression
Last week 7 pm, we saw this young man on the sidewalk, dressed for the season, complete with red glowing horns. “Jitender Kumar,” he said his name was, when I asked him. He was selling little green umbrellas lit up for our diwali that’s just finished. We bought one of the green things, then he Continue reading
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Cool reminders of heaven
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
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Billy, Hussain, Theresa…but Jesu!!!?
At Amsterdam complete with windmills in green fields, Art Galleries of the greatest, Schiphol, Diamond cults and Red lights, I met The Billy Graham at a convention for Itinerant Evangelists, almost every nation on earth in that Rai Centre. My roommate, a Finnish blonde didn’t speak a word of English, so I became her aide; Continue reading
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Bought with a Price
November is gold this morning, 6 am, every leaf, gold .. My ginger tea has pepper in it, cardamon, cinnamon, recommended by Sarti, a friend who knows about allergies, ( my allergies to all anti inflammatories, even in oils, lemon, soaps, Vitamin Cs, ugh. Ginger kills histamine but is also an anti inflammatory agent. Not Continue reading
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Cucooned in a Praying
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
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Favourites?
Hard to say. Anne Mogi was Chemistry teacher. I hated the Subject, but Mogi had drama. She made the formula of Chlorine smell like a cleaned up river! And Math of Ms. Kini- I secretly felt she could terrify God, with her hatred for anyone who didn’t know what 2356855×78754 +4543÷993 was. I got closer Continue reading
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Unseen untouchable moments
..walking on water, sitting in the heart these moments of talking, talking to God. Continue reading
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“… if you think adventure is lethal try routine…”
“You can misunderstand this, ya?” The eyes are bright. I breathe deep and say nothing as our coffee steams in the chilly noon. “Ray, I’d die of boredom without some excitement, see…” I want to kick him. ‘Courage in the face of danger,‘ that’s what he looks like now and its messing my heart. It’s Continue reading
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three years closer
To the Light that sows me….knows me like no other, woven in grace, an earth spinning, around a sun I try figure. Here I am though, more enabled than a universe,: what insane miracle is that – What Love is that, that’s sewn me in Him, in Him, closer, every passing moment Visual assistance : Continue reading
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A holiday with God
a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions, a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us, I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain Continue reading
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Let November walk right in and tell you a secret
Laesa has eyes ripe as stars in the velvet sky at midnight. She is this beauty in my sill- crushed a little, worn, drying out the chill before dawn Lasea (my flowers) cannot hear unless we speak out loud, and I’m talking of external words. What Laesa hears, for real, are the things humans speak Continue reading
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Three worded Letters
“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
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Harmony
It sits cautious. Unwelcome, afraid to upset our tempers: Harmony. memoir of field song, forest sepal, petal of the sun: harmony you Poet in the wilds I’d play you a harp of chords, right here in this Earth-season ripe – for pain. Harmony I’d create you, like a long awaited child, stash you in shelves, Continue reading
