Tag Archives: night

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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aranya #12: Rendezvous

Under a rectangle of moonlight Qi and Kaththi sit on a mat of leaves Stick falls on stone an eye implores two silences speak Kaththi stiffens nods quietly leaves

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Metaphors

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

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Midnight Local

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

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Searching for god

(with apologies to Ginsberg, Eliot and the rest of the gang that’s been looking for an angryfix)

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Note

It’s uncanny, almost ridiculous. The sight of a city creeping up on you like a cocked gun in the dark. Always when you’ve forgotten that familiar reek of something not quite right. Of the grime, the filth, the death, the … Continue reading

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vignettes

I take the streets one flight at a time. The traffic a cannon thrown out at sea. The flotsam of cigarette butts.The lights an electric riff uncorked in the thyroid gaze of smogged mall windowpanes. And fingers of dust grating … Continue reading

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