I WISH…

— Our lives were lived in London then, 2 boys at play on shades and stages, in 4 bedrooms that couldn’t bind us forever. In arms we sobbed from 1 of our 2 3 seater sofas in our 4 bedroomed house, watching dreams disappearing beneath the ashes of the Apple. Eden had ended for the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 18; THE BEAUTIFUL BRINY

— The moon is a diamond dream, a sweet shadow of midnight butterflies drunk on sleep into which we seep like the blood red sun beneath the blue blood sea and we are waves in bottles bobbing along on the beauty and the briny, too intoxicated to think of our time being temporary, too insignificant […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 16; IDOLS OF INDIA

  Queue up, check in, board, sit down, take off, eat, sleep, movies, sleep, sky and sea, cross continents, curtail time, more sky and sea, more food, a hint of something hotter, then sand and land and then we land. Finally, fingers fumble over cameras caught in a current of silken sarees sweeping through streams […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF

  We smoke liquid laughs, embrace clouds of midday butterflies that come in celestial clutters, listen to smiles kiss the skies that dazzle this vast ocean. We are self starved and cracked like overcooked caramel but we draw our delusions from dreams, we are nothing if not imagination waiting to dip our wings into the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

Shandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a road […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 13, CONFESSIONS OF THE STARS

This poem was originally a part of my Joni Mitchell series from two years ago but it felt appropriate to be a part of this series of Journeys… I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, too considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with […]

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