There wont be a goodbye party...
no goodbyes...
how long will it take the city to notice...

she stares into the below...
stares into the above...
takes it all in...
surroundings of... >> more

My question beads, sliding. There’s a glass of language between us. I can’t relax - can’t remember if I ever did. Along the road a truck passes, exhausting dirt from its tires. Sitting on the edge... >> more

GENERAL DE GAULLE VISITS CAMBODIA - film, 1966

A silent black and white film. The clean, empty streets outside the palace. The tough grass leading down to the water. And the palm trees along the... >> more

Unless you quarantine the birds

for their seeds of shit,

or the flowers for consorting with the wind-

you have no right to waste my time,

for time does waste the gypsy.
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The road shall deliver us,
The speed of times distance shall have us arrive to us.

The silver road with blackened edges.

The flat vein of cancer
that is tapeworm across the land.

The... >> more

There are power outages here every night now. The people in the street cheer and scream like it's cinema and we're all at the drive in before a show. I was dancing to M Ward with tears on my face.... >> more

The last hours of May. It's a sticky night with no moon to speak of. People are out and Phnom Penh is in a mood. A good mood, as it happens. The gentle state of mind where things happen or they... >> more

Diamond cutter
I am seated at a low wooden bench beside a honking road, holding out a handful of money. An old woman sits opposite me, the calm centre of a small table cluttered... >> more

I was sitting in a small village in a family home in the Kangra valley with Pracrash Giri and Chuny Lal, Aum Giri Baba, my appointed teacher of sadhan. The Amma of the house goes to get us some chai;... >> more

Its a dusty world outside and a hot world inside. To open or not to open the window is the question.

Everyday now tiny linguistic fingers are rewiring my brain. I'm overhearing parts of stranger's... >> more