(2013)
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.