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Poetry is the sea when it washes ashore a furtive whisper, I write of it my only love but ask me not anymore The sea hides in her bosom many lives–fishes and red coral- bloody wars of ripping sharks and hidden treasures, eels and darkness enchanting creatures and violent storms the sea steals, the sea […]

April 8 I would have called you today and it would have been usual the houses, the tenants, the things you did that I should never do have you heard from your brother? he’s fine ask him to call a silence would follow, a deep hollow silence that is now a labyrinth I go into in search […]

In the dark of night you wished hard to be naught content with your comfortable options in mediocrity my love irrelevant, my words superfluous how strange it felt, how strange   In the narrative of love, I have bled to dot having lost the battles in the war for reciprocity my love redundant, my loss […]

I want to let you know that it’s your fault that I never paid attention to your piano lessons. You hushed the boy’s words and never heard his dream. ‘Learn your key movements’, ‘raise your palms silly boy’, ‘practice the piece on page 76 till you can play it without looking.’ Boring boring boring.   […]

They’re at it again, like chokoras with misspelled placards making trouble, did you see them? We were driving to go pay for the licence at City Hall and I had to roll up the car window I was sooo scared They were sooo wild shouting like raving loonies That’s why I hate going to the […]

Aziz held my hand, as I waded, a five year old duck coming of age, deeper we walk, balancing, as the blunt edges of the reef’s coral were poking my virgin soles. Remember, he said, just let yourself float, close your mouth and – gwalop a wave hits my face and passes over the top […]

Here in a photo album beside the bed you will find your long-ago friend way back when he had just begun to read the book, when he was young with youth, dancing in the flamboyant air, walking in flamenco steps, hosanna, hosanna, my messiah is come.   If I could dry him in the sun, […]

Sometimes it’s not so sweet, But to squeeze any more would taste like lemon I’m not always so nice, I know, But look, I saved your number, and your birthday, And between sips of water I say your name. Coriander is my favourite herb.   Life is a broth brewing with disappointment, Take it, with […]

History’s a tale somebody was told Wisdom are teeth that grow when we’re old Age is just a number, of stone and ice Truth is so boring, we’d rather the lies   We worship our hopes, that we call God Peace is a state at the edge of a sword Life is a house that hasn’t […]

Hooker pipe, and hush, there’s a dome in my sight, I’m keeping it kosher in the casbah tonight The music’s from New York, but who’s listening to that? The rug is so enchanting it could fly me to Rabat   Inhale, exhale, I’m smoking, puff puff, in Arabic My camel’s parked outside, it’s time to […]

are you the lord budha, he asked the boy set silent in his cross-legged pose unperturbed two houseflies hovered over his head and landed on its shaven top sweat beads had formed on the top of his mouth   then he moved his lips you are of what you think and I would have loved […]

down on you and you fear it may dissolve your brain just when    you    need    you    it    the    most so      you     run     away       from      the   d           r               o             p            s like a madman thro- wing bits and p   i  e   c   e   s             of your thoughts all around. Trying to remember what it was […]

It always starts with violins and I open my eyes thinking it is heaven; just the alarm set to Vivaldi’s Spring Allegro I I walk out grumpy looking like I’ve dressed for Whitehall. My day is set, red, amber, go. The morning dawns in traffic jam, so this is my rock n’ roll beginning Car […]

I shan’t say what or how, but this I believe brick and a brick, we can build justice for cement, truth for roof heart and a mind, we can make   I shan’t think of how many times it has fallen, but still I believe law and a law, we can change justice for market, […]

You could do well with a book   Love leads to quicksand and that gaol of fools Love makes us dartboards and slights of ridicule   Love isn’t necessary It’s all right for a while But be careful where you store it as it oft turns to bile It’s ok to spend the day with […]

I would have thought that by the time I got to this stage in my life I should be able to do many things with ease, but that`s what they say about many things, easily. I cannot cook thirty minute pilau in 20 minutes, nor can I build suspension bridges in my garden. I put […]

I see no use in this beautiful day. No warmth in its counterfeit glimmer of comfort. On the tree, two birds cavort like they know each other. I, on the other hand, find no rhythm in strangers. I see no point in these lofty grains of hope when breathing is thick with stunted life. Beyond […]

I remember the oddest things. Like the box of knick-knacks in our attic of private jokes Your pseudo lactose intolerance that extended only to cheese   Your choking on your first cigarette The intersection of our arguments about gods and nature, your chameleon world-view positions performed for the audience Your mascara painted lashes, reciting Anthony and […]

I am usually both excited and apprehensive when the legends announce a return. Excited, because we can never have enough of a good thing. Apprehensive because there is always that possibility of their misreading their fans expectations, and by attempting something ‘modern’ end up tarnishing what was until then an impeccable, immaculate track record of […]

There is a light outside our house with a yellow Chinese glow, that at 5 pm on a dark November evening is the brightest thing around. There’s a Turkish, a Korean, and a halal chicken shop outside. Mrs Pickles at No.3 has been to India six times, she tells me every day. On Brecknock Road […]

The old is definitely dying, even when the new hasn’t come. The blood that brought down the dictatorship of the Shah in 1979 is still flowing in the young men and women of 2009. The Ayatollahs have been slapped on the face. The Cat has looked at the King. Persepolis is reminding Tehran who she […]