Category Archives: Prose
Hatchling
In a Heaven Within a Heaven Within another Heaven Floats a being Within a World Awaiting birth As an egg Awaits hatching He has been here For an age Waiting Growing Gathering himself For this moment He pushes outward The … Continue reading
A Thought Pulse to Happiness
It’s best sometimes to face things, and accept the facts. I haven’t got a chance in the world. I keep wanting to give up, but I keep making decisions that seem to prolong the agony. I don’t know why. I … Continue reading
Goddesses
We cockerels preen ourselves Strut our ritual dances Crow our chanting calls Even show our breast feathers We build nests of brick and steel Weave homes out of wood and mortar Feather them with jewels and gold Soften them with … Continue reading
Gary
A teardrop hits your hollow face As I lean forward to say good-bye Your eyes stare into the next world Flesh clings to your bones Of your frail heaving chest Reminding me of some death camp From old black and … Continue reading
Choice of Chance
In the quietness A soft whisper Gentle tugging A light caress What chance did I have with the consistent Ever present Warmth of Light The Hands gently guide Moving to pen stabbing at keys emptying the words What chance did … Continue reading
Dikir Barat Bermuda
Our class performance for ‘Going live’ ie answering calls with real customers on the customer service lines. The consensus was to do something traditionally Malay, and we decided on a Dikir Barat performance. Apparently there is a rumor going around … Continue reading
Fratricide
It was no mistake that They called us by the same name We have lived in verdant splendor We have walked the starry fields Our skins bronzed by the sun Our faces that of the hawk Our hair that of … Continue reading
Forget-me-nots
Sometimes I forget that A look can Lighten my world A passing word can Set a whirlwind loose In my mind Sometimes I forget that These little scribbles Are an endless litany Of letters coming together To form sounds Orchestrated … Continue reading
Eluded
Trickle fades In a slow brush Pale against the canvas Washed and re-washed Faint traces crumble Fall away To be cupped Swept up Pieced back Together Fractured sepia Missing Never to be The moment caught