after all these years…

By |November 10th, 2008|

it was a fault of shortsight.

spoken word

By |October 25th, 2008|

The audio renderings of selected poems in mp3 format (a pocket voice recorder makes for low production value).

For those who just never got it

By |October 10th, 2008|

This will
pick at the knots
of your years
where stanzas and
rhyme schemas
were the ababa
of babies babble
and old men forgotten.
This will dissolve
the cement
of metaphors
such as like
beyond your mindscape
and […]

“Them that takes cakes…”

By |September 29th, 2008|

Sometimes I kick geriatrics in the shins in the dark of half-price cinema.

Day 4, 5 and 6

By |September 6th, 2008|

I was born on the fifth of Ramadaan. A Friday much like yesterday, except for the faint chill of winter that threads through June air.

Day 2 and 3

By |September 3rd, 2008|

There is a stillness in Ramadaan; a special type of quiet that wraps around us. A stillness that renders us malleable; a warm and pliable […]

Day One

By |September 1st, 2008|

It was hard for me to bask in a spiritual infusion today, when my brain must’ve been trying to escape through my eye sockets, for […]

verse to verse or catching zephyrs with a colander

By |August 12th, 2008|

there used to be

for every
pavement crack

for every
boy with
stained sleeves
and a hole in his chest

for every
gambler with a broken dream
losing fast on a threadless seam

for every
father […]

Women’s Day 2008

By |August 9th, 2008|

A treat
for Women’s Day;
manicures for all the girls.
How nice to haveĀ one’s hand
wrapped in another’s;
A drive
to the shops after
and there’s a woman
at the robots,
her baby growing […]