It’s not always me that speaks, I’m often just a borrowed word, My conversation carries streaks; Echoes of the overheard. I’m the translated remnant Of someone else’s script, A turn of phrase, a fragment, Through […]

It’s not always me that speaks, I’m often just a borrowed word, My conversation carries streaks; Echoes of the overheard. I’m the translated remnant Of someone else’s script, A turn of phrase, a fragment, Through […]
This table is my point of view, Provides a horizontal plane, It’s the visual avenue, To the peculiar and mundane. It’s from where I watch the lives we live, Assemble then disperse It’s the single-point […]
Is every day the same day As seen through different eyes? Is it my awakening, say, That shuffles then identifies? What’s the likelihood of this date Becoming itself discrete? Tumbling through the keeper’s gate On […]
At the same time being and becoming, Letting go of now, It’s the whistle while you’re humming, With the puzzlement of how. To be the parent of tomorrow, And the child of today, With the […]
You have been commodified, Digitized of sorts, Cleverly identified, As a string of ones and naughts. You have been commercialized, Packaged up as stock, Uniformly standardized, So your pieces interlock. You have been configured, Codified […]
Nature finds its habitat, Where best it finds a fit, Accommodates to this and that, So together it is knit … To the ever changing circumstance, To the ravages of time, To the vagaries of […]