nothing more pathetic than writing about writer’s block

By |May 12th, 2008|

this static

is the grey-horrid
that makes
mash of minds,
lint for flint.

a muse out of
one forgets
what she’s […]

i thought of this while creeping up the ass of the car in front of me yesterday

By |May 7th, 2008|

sun scalded eyes-
bones blasted by
the fourteenth pothole-
fucking taxi driver
who can’t fucking indicate-
head heavy with the pain of sunset-
what […]

Jane and the incredible secret world of the annual L Wechsler & Co. sale

By |April 28th, 2008|

The number of cars lining the side of the road and choking up the improvised parking lot, was the first portent that Jane was about […]

i never knew what empty was until he left for the airport

By |April 15th, 2008|

A piece of me
is on a plane to China,
shifting awkwardly in
economy class.

His ipod dreams
I seek to punctuate,
with the […]


By |April 10th, 2008|

I used to ask God
for silly things.

He had the Omniscience
to ignore me.

I also asked for the ability
to know […]

On our way home

By |April 8th, 2008|

We are
creased commuters, squashed between mama and the silent man with the itch in his side. After-robot! Now we can nurse life back into […]

Perfect are the silences…

By |April 1st, 2008|

amid the conversations
of your eyes.

Character: Sakinah-bhai

By |February 15th, 2008|

The rent money was gone.
Sakinah-bhai pulled back the decaying lace curtain to look outside. The street was still empty, Razi was nowhere to be seen.
That the rent money was gone wasn’t her only trouble, it was how it came to be ‘gone’. How would she explain it to Razi without that twit passing judgement and running off to tell her mother and sisters?
Stupid woman. Stupid woman. Her hands brushed against the tasbeeh on the sidetable. She picked it up and proceeded to thumb each prayer bead towards her. Stupid woman. Stupid woman. It’s what happens when you mix in the wrong circles. You try to impress, fit in. And you fail.
And you lose all the bloody rent money. […]


By |February 11th, 2008|

We are friends here and strangers there.
You once told me you were old enough to be my father.
And now you’ve joined him.
Peace Brainhell, for […]