Abstract

Am I Right…
So long… this question… asking myself…
Mom, am I right.
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The...

shiny golden wax
the brown leaves fall in silence
August muffles bye

BARREN LAND
Staying for long in a barren land of desert,
Me and you, never ever in life to...

Courtesy Goofus and Gallant
who began their broadly-drawn
moral plays in the 1950s,
...

Don't ask me where
when
or how
the chapters unfolded

Don't ask me how
...

Mark these words well, I once had a thing about each of the following

wristwatches
cheese...

Red phone booth where the darkness hides it’s lonely islands cry outside
ransom paid by the moon...

The needle rips and tears
Vibrations through bone
Pulsating pain on ribs
Endured...

The following words
are for those
for whom, colours
no longer matter ..
For...

Awash
The very word impresses me in its imagery
In the implied excess and lack of restraint...

Awash
The very word impresses me in its imagery
In the implied excess and lack of restraint...

when she eventually
arrived ..
he so much wanted
to phone,
or rather, dash...

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera...

Sleep pursued like a wounded animal.
just out of reach, just beyond the last turn
a summit...

Meaningless sequences, hover in reality
a single day is but a year?
in stark confusion I...

Meaningless sequences, hover in reality
a single day is but a year?
in stark confusion I...