Category Archives: I want to ride my bicycle

Palolem affair

The gathering night clutches the folds of her robe as she looks out into the moonless dark… an impregnable roar echoes the anguish, the solitude of the sea * Solitary queen In the high castle she craves distraction there is … Continue reading

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‘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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ethnography

we are mirrors. water. grass. The tip that grazes an ecstatic breeze is the root. and the fortress lies in its foundations. every speck of the vision is an explosion of our own shadows. we nod cinematically; in hypnotic roam … Continue reading

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morning

and dawn looks through the French windows, ruffles my hair and slips in between the sheets knocks on the door of my breath and listens to me with an ear to my chest listens to the tangerine ring of sleep … Continue reading

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Metaphors

The lone moon, a broken eggshell, a status update with no likes

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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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Midnight Local

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

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