There is a freckleWho is quite close to my heart. A small thing, unseen by many. Shrouded in mystery, sometimes in modesty. Not much to say, not enough to see. A little pale, a little red--A weak stop sign for the rest of the world. Not as red as he is greenHe won't go, won't fade awayTells me he is unfazed … Continue reading Freckle
I look down at the abyss/ Somewhere down there/ My salvation, cushion/ Safety net, soft landing.
My Bangalore - A Collage of Senses See The bougainvillea Pink and fresh and everywhere. Peeking out at you Saying hello from Verandahs and fences and parks.
You kiss me where the end Of my smile met my cheek. Your lips do not find my lips there anymore. Your head on my belly Up and down Your black shock of hair Sinking rising Like a ship lost to sea.
When I leave I'll leave with you:
It's just so sad That we only skimmed the surface of the blue-green waters of our lives.
Being on stage is an escape.It's the only escapeWhere you come face to face With the very things your running from. Being on stage is a trip.A constant tip toe balanceBetween being seen for who you areAnd being anyone you want. Being on stage is a lesson in self loveEven when you see no love in … Continue reading On Stage
Things To Do When I Die
I remind myself of my enoughness everyday. It's right there in my calendarNestled between nudges to"Take meds" and"Drink water now!"My reminder reads"Enough."And this is enough. Because some days I am notEnough enoughTo not care about what others will think.What if I write"I am enough."And my best friend takes a peekAsks me about this New-Agey nonsense?Then … Continue reading Enoughness
the inside of your elbow watching your beard grow the subtle whistle out your mouth after the incoming roar of your snore notes left on the side of pages dirty ditties, wisdom for the ages the way you lose games, the stages of you coming to terms with changes your maddening habit of counting pennies … Continue reading 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬