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save me Friday

save me, I said to the blank pages that remain bare. save me I pleaded to the passersbys who glanced and then went on with their ways. save me I cried until my eyes were dry wells, having allowed the … Continue reading

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The history of 2017

History remembers the biggest thug in this place, the loudest voice he spoke with still ringing in ears where it pierced the drums. All sounds were muted except his voice which raised other voices as they echoed his gesture & … Continue reading

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You’re an Asian

After K. You’re an Asian They won’t come for you Keep your head down Seal your lips shut Move your hands and feet Dig your shovel to plant your feet to pluck the later-fruits to chop it down for the … Continue reading

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Permeation

Everything is getting through my skin, permeable paper-thin. There are rumors of birds fighting high up in the trees, their chatters louder as I strain to listen. They say, eighty percent of your thoughts today is the same as yesterday. … Continue reading

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Buddha as a refugee

He looks stunned as if he were caught doing something scandalous. Blood trails down his chest as he sits surrounded by the falling limbs of his Bodhi tree. Was it a fortnight ago he’d invited Mara for tea, as she stormed through the … Continue reading

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Everything

Everything Is the tree listening to the mantras I repeat Everything is not politics You do not (get to) hate me for wearing the wrong skin Everything will be fine in a manner of speaking Anger as daggers Anger as … Continue reading

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report from the cozy chapter of October

It hurt last night to see you stroll out in your best sport jacket a glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigar in another as if you were Don Draper out to conquer the world where women poured you … Continue reading

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perspective

You say the sky is crying with tears borrowed from the clouds This un-natural wailing from the highest vantage point, loud enough to stop me in my tracks. I say it’s just the rain the same boring rain. You say … Continue reading

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Monday Madness

Not a lot going on this week, I say to my friend, while adding silently, a lot is going on inside my head. The thing about living through the middle age is that a lot of things are going on … Continue reading

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Mantras

It’s the hole, stupid. The black hole of something, the dark show of nothing. The place where nothing grows, but something slithers, simmers, fizzes in the corner. It’s the middle, stupid. The beginning was spectacular, who else came into this … Continue reading

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