April

Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as the warm Of the evening, becoming lengthy by each passing eve. The skin fair has started to be tanned where the mid-day sun Touches; the naked unguarded portion of the body. Who is there to…

A Summer Morning Pentatonic

Things Needed for Repairing the Nest Last Saturday, the two had sat on the electric wire. Distance between them was grabbing attention in the night halogened darkness. Their nest had been damaged by the twin evening storms. This morning the male crow working on the nest again while female crow awaits on another branch dancing…

Fossil

National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#23: Today…

Mango Pickle (& a) Poem

  We had a talk a few days back not long ago From poem to summer to pickle out of mango.   Curson blinking. (What do you have to create me, asking.) Words, city, life, broken heart, Thoughts, blue, issues that hurt Night, dawn, unfulfilled aspiration Passerby persons, good inspiration. Summer rapidly, by episodes, rising Mango…

Autumn is Far

Night sky not lightened by moon By the stars of a constellation. I’m lying under it, Hands under head, (And) a cigarette on mouth… Nothing to hold on, Nothing to think on… A planet is shining bright How old is it light? I feel a restlessness; I felt the silence  After a storm hurled… At…