Tag Archives: love

Leave it broken

Posted on January 8, 2023 by subincontinentia

Along a sombre winter roadI felt this life a heavy loadA robin blown upon a treeBegan to sing, it seemed, to me. “Stay the hand that would repairThe heart’s old wounds, Each cut and tear.Hear the deathless love well spokenStay … Continue reading →

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My virtual boyfriend

Posted on February 18, 2020 by subincontinentia

Your profile photo was a severed head inside a washing machine I should have taken note but my head was busy churning inside my own dream. A wineful of heartache, fingers tapping out bravado and nerve like racers at La … Continue reading →

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Sandaled by Shadows

Posted on July 5, 2019 by subincontinentia

I tried to remember what you said to me, While I was falling asleep. My days pass like dreams of other days, while my dreams acquire a supernal reality.   Was I dreaming when you told me that desires are … Continue reading →

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Your tranquility is here

Posted on July 8, 2015 by subincontinentia

It seemed a perfectly reasonable mission—to find a bottle of champagne in Paris. How hard could it be? But circumstance conspired to make it more of a challenge than I could have imagined. For one thing, it was a last … Continue reading →

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Castles in the air (or a few lessons in data breaching)

Posted on January 19, 2015 by subincontinentia

“Don’t be afraid to make a mistake. Your readers might like it.” William Randolph Hearst About a week ago I accidentally publicly published a blog post that was meant to remain private. The post had gone out to 875 people, … Continue reading →

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Just now

Posted on December 5, 2014 by subincontinentia

‘Duration only means delay whenever it exceeds the span necessary for realization.’ Count Hermann Keyserling, traveler and philosopher It’s a long bone- battering bus ride from Dharamsala to Delhi. My seatmate began to chat from the moment I cranked up … Continue reading →

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Tipping Point: Love, booze, and climate change

Posted on November 10, 2013 by subincontinentia

‘Clomance’. Climate Change meets Romance. “The West Wing” meets “Sex in the City” – me writing my own review. “Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.” Albert Einstein “No. But climate change is.” Jude Windsor _______ Climate Change … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse life

Posted on December 31, 2012 by subincontinentia

What to do with this love that moves like immaculate conception? I will gaze into the sun without blinking Forge broadswords from abandonment Battle plans from moonlight I am without seed, or home, Without God or country, spouse or paycheck … Continue reading →

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