Books

  • waves and cycles

    WORD:waves are nothing butthreads of water pulling back and forth like frayed fabrics.the inking on the notes confesses that silver clouds with silver liningshas speck of silver molecules in its crashing. it clangs like a cymbal and subdues,only to arise again and repeat. spiralling into nature’s spontaneity.we measure tsunami in man-made timescales. and when hems Read more

  • we, the wildflower women

    WORDS:she was a valiant seed;but in those days;father knew seedswere nonentities.so, he couldn’t affordto nurture a kernelknown for fragility.he held the belief thatseeds bare seedswho then bore seeds.and in due coursehis fragile seedwill follow suit. she was a blossoming budbut in those daysmother knew seedswere useful.not too complacentto nurture this kernel seedswho become so invaluableand Read more

  • the waning sun

    WORDS: the yellow sun spans itself into a waning crescent/ and we are amused by its curvature/if it could lower itself down to us/ we would extract all that we could/compress its hydrogen for more metals/ find more uses for its helium / and coerce carbon to commit to our customs/ whatsoever is left of Read more

  • we shall draw our breath

    WORDS: When the dawn drew;the dark sits in its nothingness.We cannot breathe. With the sky gazing favourably;In its favour it stretches itself ;and the day becomes longer.We cannot breathe. Some question the sunshine;about its luminosity.Former days recall light beatinginto a bedazzling darkness.We cannot breathe. An incandescent void so illustrious.We’ve been saturated and soaked;on this narrow Read more

  • wade

    i. When time asks the day; what have you made of it?inhale for the seconds, minutes, hours, dayssubtract the lost seasons and add the years.disregarding the tick of the clock.Wallow in words of silence then;build chaos in chronological order. ii. When syllables grew lethal; did you think you could shawl words of titanium?Seek warnings of Read more

  • the retraction of regret

    WORDS: etching regret / on the tablet of the skin / absorb the white chalk / permeable surfaces can take no more / sullen guilt smudges / the pleading skin demands exfoliation with coarse salt / infuse lavender oil/ take the hands/ grind the mortar / rotate the pestle/ the words sinking in the bowl Read more