Category Archives: Gothamisation

‘I’ll tell you all the news

the ocean froths In the empty ghada a Shrill whisper rises  Like piss in the stream  The fawda picks away at the clod Darknesses converge  Upon the decaying carcasses  The dead stink  Louder than blasphemies  In the sacred chamber  And time,  … Continue reading

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aranya #9: and catastrophe

The trees understood it first. but they were ancient. their messages passed slowly. antibodies had started to kick in. it was night at day. a storm in a bottle. the second coming. the apocalypse. the end of the universe as … Continue reading

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Art Sabotage*

who has seen him race his mind through the vacant parking lots? who has felt his bloodcurdling gaze? who has felt his eyes lash out into the darkness like the lifeless scream of the dog that has forgotten to bark … Continue reading

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Conscience passes through the secret lives of things a snake measuring time in the dark vein; uncertainty’s child seconds pass like bro ken syllables in the alchemy of the forgotten stench of touch memories finding themselves in the wire before … Continue reading

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Meenakshi

Fish eyes. like a leaf. stillgreen. lithe. imploring. a misty morning caught in a gaze. watching. the secret in their eyes. I’m in the great hall. It’s the sorting . A feather falls from the ceiling and gets submerged in … Continue reading

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Rapporteur

I’ve watched black rain sow its seeds in fields of tarpaulin. pollinate the slum roofs with the manna of kali’s blood. and the angry gods in them come laughing out of blue urchin tongues. poverty’s a bitch, yo. I’ve watched … Continue reading

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Midnight Local

City’s courier carrying good news into tomorrow – resting commuters        

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