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Bubbles of mine

Posted on January 10, 2023 by subincontinentia

Oh how soon I’m in dance with the Other
And the One skips right into the We.

Bubbles of mine, bubbles of mine,

Linger awhile, dear sister, dear brother
For so few abide with me.
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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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drawing a blank

Posted on December 9, 2022 by subincontinentia

The blank pageDishevels my thoughts Sends them reeling Ten directions The blank canvas,Unravels my mind, Sends me teemingTo times gone, and to become But there is nothingNothing more disarming than the look You laid upon me When I told youThat … Continue reading →

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Pieces of me

Posted on October 15, 2022 by subincontinentia

Pieces of meCrumbling down like bits of an abandoned houseThere goes another broken tileA shard of shattered window glassAn historic stone. With each gesture of deconstructionLess and less remainsOf what bound it all togetherIn that seeming entityA house, a life, … Continue reading →

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Ode to the Worm Moon

Posted on March 18, 2022 by subincontinentia

Rise, rise, the Worm Moon rose this morningThe last full face of Winter, this year before the Equinox.After, and it’s the first full moon of Spring. The difference is the ligament between the last and the first.Between the thaw and … Continue reading →

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The shedding

Posted on October 29, 2021 by subincontinentia

I sat alone with this giant heap of past, a groaning gunny bag,I sat alone, unpacked it piece by fragile piece, with bomb disposal careThe childhood fears, the faces, feelings all, the leaps to trust, to pain, to shy awayFaded … Continue reading →

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Welcome to the disconnect

Posted on November 2, 2020 by subincontinentia

Welcome to the disconnect word by word and step by step, You think you’re free But you’re just not one of us — Yet. Eyes downcast or staring bare Into a world Beyond all care. Forgotten how to say “hello” … Continue reading →

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Fisher Men

Posted on October 11, 2020 by subincontinentia

I’ve seen the oily-legged saddhus on the Ganges In their tumble-down monsoon-moulding houses Brewing chai on wooden fires like practice funeral pyres Eyes as deep as wells In the ringing temple bells Casting their minds towards peace Fishing for the … Continue reading →

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‘Pandemic’ – are you game?

Posted on April 1, 2020 by subincontinentia

It started in January Or possibly November I just know that it’s something I’ll always remember. So many ways to play this NEW GAME WHAT the hell is it? And WHO is to blame? I heard it was bats. No, … Continue reading →

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On that step

Posted on February 22, 2020 by subincontinentia

The optician’s sign reads: Worried about your sight? Reading faces like braille with a skinless touch I want to ask, “What about the ones who see too much?” Don’t misunderstand me, I would not exchange my spectacles for yours It’s … Continue reading →

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