I stand and wait. Take photos. Try to trace the music to its source. Watch. Hold onto hope. Close my eyes and recall. Drown in the moment. Feel its corners close in. Spread them open. Breathe. Another life, yet all I have known.
I wish I could tell you at 16, what I know now. No one knows where they are going. What they’re doing. How to navigate themselves through the rapids. No one knows if it’s going to be alright. Beginnings never begin as beginnings and no one ever sees the end […]
I’m glad for what I had,bones must be tender within handsto appreciate touch, to look back, in the gardenat childhood, picnics in the grassat the river with a bend,all never ending. One needs belief,a settled gaita glance of respectat what one once was. And all one will be,to look back […]
We live in a dirty age; a grey smeared, grease covered, dingy-shacked, diluted, coarse clothed, rough fingered, muck-filled, pot holed, smog polluted, uninspired, plastic, weak-willed, shallow, selfish, uncommunicative, dead age. We live in the worst of times. Over-inflated, under appreciated, scrambled, aimless or far too aimful, stupid, vengeful, empty, nothing […]
August 2013 Even here, high up, the bridge a tiny dot in the distance we still hear the roar of the Chenab, a muffled rumbled calling out like the sea.
It is Thursday night. After taraweeh prayers, we have the first few rains in months after drought. We are standing in a pool of yellow light on a side street in town. A little girl, about two, is looking up straight at the sky, the drizzle on her face, smiling, […]
There is a trainhurtling through the night people inside,eat their meals slowlywith forks stifling yawn,dreaming in shudders the conductor walks past,counting, the darkness passes byswift,like the memoryof yesterday
