tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117567542662110762023-11-15T14:51:58.814+00:00loftiest gutterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-47965976477708632582010-12-19T14:27:00.003+00:002010-12-19T14:30:35.675+00:00dainty fingersthe mammals<br />between sleeping and waking<br />exchange old dresses.<br /><br />perhaps it all went wrong.<br />what if my memory<br />stopped ticking<br />and i'm alone?<br /><br />i don't think from sleep<br />the dirty clock will be closer.<br />small nations and dainty fingers<br />battle the end of the world.<br /><br />i need to learn wisely<br />to always be brave.<br />eyes glazed<br />thoroughly covered in april.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-15374070209523455642010-12-09T12:49:00.001+00:002010-12-09T12:51:03.475+00:00the sky in delhi haiku: monsoonthe sky in delhi<br />hangs heavy with thunder<br />crickets are silencedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-89128085326306359742010-12-09T12:42:00.001+00:002010-12-09T12:43:54.909+00:00today it's venicewhy is it that<br />wherever i am<br />however content<br />i have an itch<br />for somethingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-71751552508168743152010-02-19T09:43:00.002+00:002010-02-19T09:58:14.556+00:00starsthe sky was full of wishing stars today<br />and not only the sky<br />but all of the air<br /><br />in between houses<br />underneath cars<br />past trees<br />traffic lights<br />bicycles<br />people's hair<br />everywhere<br />were floating<br />these stars<br /><br />but they looked<br />different<br />from the ones at home<br /><br />they were bigger<br />and they sparkled<br />and they looked<br />like plastic<br />but they weren't<br />and the seeds<br />in the middle<br />looked like plastic<br />but they weren't<br /><br />one swished right past me<br />so close i could've caught it<br />but i didn't<br /><br />because i didn't<br />feel like wishing<br />for anythingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-14091414711883493242010-01-12T10:25:00.003+00:002010-01-12T10:43:55.381+00:00old womanit will be nice when i am old<br />and filled with the words of ten thousand books<br />and all the sounds of other languages<br />and wisdom deeper than love and stronger than vodka.<br /><br />it will be nice to see my face<br />with the lines of joy and the lines of despair<br />and all the stories hidden in my eyes<br />and all the secrets waiting and quiet in my mouth.<br /><br />my body will be full of scars<br />and my heart will be full of scars<br />and i will love them all because they are me<br />and they have taught me better than textbooks and teachers.<br /><br />i will smile and close my wrinkled eyes<br />and i will regret nothing<br />because i am and will have been so lucky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-81154244074239287242009-12-14T06:04:00.004+00:002009-12-14T10:41:08.658+00:00timekillini am in<br />melbourne<br />- or greece<br />as this is<br />lonsdale street -<br />with<br />the last night<br />of the earth<br />poems<br />a flat white<br />and the<br />biggest<br />most overpriced<br />"croissant"<br />with cinnamon<br />and almonds<br />and<br />i am going to eat<br />it all<br />even if<br />it makes me<br />sick<br />because hell<br />i paid six dollars.<br /><br />i am in<br />melbourne<br />alone but one<br />in this cafe<br />with these<br />plastic marble tables<br />and<br />these creaky chairs<br />and<br />this fridge going<br />buzzzzzzzzz zz z<br />and<br />i'm imagining<br />i'm not here<br />because<br />i could be<br />anywhere<br />waiting<br />for the hours<br />to slide through<br />the cracked<br />linoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-53258569115402049712009-12-10T07:44:00.002+00:002009-12-10T07:46:22.200+00:00in contrast,melbourne is more grid-formation<br />than a birdseye potato waffle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-74657643024433662902009-12-10T04:15:00.001+00:002009-12-10T04:18:08.555+00:00seven a.m.the sun rises in delhi<br />like a dirty glowing fag end:<br />slowly burning a tiny hole<br />through thick white skyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-18960871634811726202009-12-10T04:12:00.001+00:002009-12-10T04:15:00.222+00:00himalayabroken triangles<br />stretch up and shatter the sky.<br />i am so so small.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-22662517387576819382009-10-12T12:41:00.000+01:002009-10-12T12:42:26.328+01:00last drive homeelastic shadows<br />the low sun paints the earth<br />with watery goldUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-64067468014550536402009-08-17T18:23:00.002+01:002009-08-17T18:28:45.321+01:00enough!orange evening walking home<br />through crumpled rusting chaos<br />i stumbled and swallowed my heart.<br />cruelest of magics, but i'll get stronger.<br />i'll get stronger and i'll soar along blue channels<br />swirling above these useless dreams and broken houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-17123032299527972502009-08-14T10:01:00.001+01:002009-08-14T10:02:54.545+01:00endweekthese damp mornings these days<br />tick tock tick away<br />with instant coffee,<br />emails, plans and post-its.<br /><br />the week is a disappearing act.<br />(blinkandyoumissit)<br /><br />but today is friday. so<br />i’ll spend it with pablo neruda,<br />hot cappuccino<br />and dreams of the indian sun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-65154002649842697262009-08-07T19:51:00.002+01:002009-08-07T19:55:20.446+01:00in the nightin the night<br />(when time is not<br />time and thoughts<br />are not thoughts<br />and life is like<br />being drunk and<br />alone in the dark)<br />you have to laugh<br />at yourself<br />by yourself sometimes.<br />sometimes<br />that's how you get<br />to the morning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-17483990780754478662009-08-06T10:09:00.006+01:002009-08-06T12:56:10.165+01:00full-moon-black-cat wednesday (lesson for the teacher)grab it hold it and let it go.<br />let it fly (with big white wings) -<br />and know i have wings of my own.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-1396755236376541672009-08-02T20:54:00.002+01:002009-08-02T20:58:46.378+01:00gentle sundaysweet calm restful night<br />steam from the kettle<br />and lowering light<br /><br />gentle sunday<br />simple bliss<br />may it always be like thisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-53901282564465552362009-07-18T21:10:00.002+01:002009-07-18T21:12:49.731+01:00zzzzzwhen we were<br />younger we<br />would jump<br />in mud and<br />feed horses<br />polo mints.<br /><br /><br />it's only<br />(compli-)<br />when you<br />make it<br />(-cated)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-33035453014617945152009-07-11T10:20:00.001+01:002009-07-11T13:59:16.495+01:00midnight haikustatic indigo<br />animalclouds and skylands<br />silently moonglowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-33942047006335624622009-07-02T16:37:00.002+01:002009-07-02T16:48:02.522+01:00sunrise haikubloodorange circle<br />ten thousand sky volcanoes<br />time-lapse explosionUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-75870556168719824982009-06-25T23:31:00.012+01:002011-12-28T17:04:37.986+00:00nobody quite gets it but me<p align="left"> </p>this one time quietly long ago<br />some of us were walking<br />(and two hedgehogs were walking)<br />in a crumbly towncity evening.<br /><br />it was off the map. somewhere<br />between sunday and wednesday.<br /><br />a kind of secret nobody-knows-about time.<br />folded away, almost forgotten.<br />smallsmallsmall yet also<br />bigger than the world.<br /><br />only a few days.<br />only a few nights<br />but to me it was enough.<br /><br />sometimes (in mauve dozing mornings,<br />with that lazy air that smells like other countries)<br />i think about you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-24652201154990364772009-06-24T12:36:00.001+01:002012-01-02T14:18:20.727+00:00our place in the scale of thingsincredible white and<br />a tangled gold river almost<br />blinded<br />by light and<br />who can say<br />what is cloud mountain sky snow<br /><br />below a thick cotton ocean<br />laps round the glaciers<br />alps rising up<br />harsh jagged pure<br /><br />everything so so so so<br />wide and high and deep<br /><br />and i float above<br />in a tiny tin boxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-38197298017509463212009-04-20T19:43:00.002+01:002011-12-28T17:24:31.075+00:00greyit has been cloudy all week<br />but with no rain.<br />simple faultless allegory<br /><br />too many days of watching seagulls on the roof<br />a few smiles<br />a few blue windows in the skyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-66755589107577925812009-04-15T11:12:00.002+01:002009-06-24T12:40:39.272+01:00a poem is like aa poem is like a photograph made out of words<br />stitched together with bits of old string.<br />and each word is so truly and wholly connected<br />to its sisters and brothers<br />that together<br />they burrow deep into the darkest<br />most quietly secret corners of the soul,<br />further than a camera sees, further<br />than an eye or an ear or a voice,<br />and wake the heart from a<br />long ago forgotten dreamUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-3194592936628712322008-12-09T23:01:00.004+00:002011-12-28T17:30:56.284+00:00i am cryingi am falling asleep<br />and am full so completely so full –<br />of love of joy of peace –<br />and i am crying<br /><br />i am crying for the enormous sky<br />the birth of summer and for freedom.<br /><br />i am crying for the huge huge life<br />that’s new and young and waiting.<br /><br />i am crying for all this love<br />for all the people, for all my years.<br /><br />i am crying for happiness and loneliness<br />and for everything i’ve lost and am losing and will lose.<br /><br />i am crying for my poor overwhelmed heart<br />and tiny wings growing out from shoulders.<br /><br />i am crying for the world<br />and all its beauty and all its horror.<br /><br />i am crying for everyone<br />for no one<br />for me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-32707701395099909752008-10-25T13:58:00.010+01:002012-01-02T14:17:05.977+00:00poem for freedomyou are timid.<br />some days you hide it well,<br />like a coat of paint<br />on a scratch in the wall,<br />but it isn’t gone.<br /><br />you can kill this nervous fear.<br />say goodbye to the sensible voice<br />sitting smug in your head,<br />saying “but…what if…i can’t…”<br />and be free.<br /><br />today you are brave.<br />there is so much world out there –<br />tiny corners and giant skies<br />waiting for you to find them.<br /><br />put on your comfiest pair of shoes.<br />you don’t need money,<br />you don’t need makeup.<br />wrap up your heart and keep it warm.<br />today you are brave.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811756754266211076.post-68043038277386052552008-10-25T13:56:00.001+01:002009-04-14T15:51:34.277+01:00one becomes two becomes three becomes four<div> </div><div>one becomes two becomes three becomes four<br />hours slip through cracks in the floor<br />and time falls by and time falls by and<br />days drift out the open door</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0