15 May 2018

Hush George Redhawk


Hush she said and the woods were silent. The pitter-patter of raindrops a deafening sound covering her waning heartbeat. Hush she said and the rain softly subsided, an occasional drop on a leaf resounding like a thud in her head. Hush she said and the leaves ceased caressing the wind, their whispers fading into the rising dusk. Hush she said and the blood in her veins slowed tenfold until she could hear the drip like a background music to the occasional flap of wings of a cawing crow shaking off the rain. Hush she said and the darkness engulfed her with its palpable silence like a long forgotten and well-worn cloak. Hush she said her eyes finally closing, her soul softly embracing the dark night.


Reading of the short story: 

Wilderness – Adam Hurst



The weightless measure of things

The weightless measure of things

25 February 2017


The bird that sings loud

Beckoning to the springtime

Beating in my heart


The snowdrop that curls

Around the trace of white snow

Shifting on the road


The bougainvillea

Red branches that bear its frame

Heart of the garden


The Jasmine exhaled

Scent of the renewed morrow

As Musk hid in dusk


Petunias explode

Purple and carmine carpets

Shower in the green


The heart that beats soft

The weightless measure of things

That the robin sings


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Christian Schloe

Mother’s Wingspan – Ben Leinbach

The purple at dusk

The purple at dusk

12 November 2016



Square circles

Blend in my footsteps

The suns rise

In winters

When the tides set in rivers

Knocking at my door


They were four

Liquid symphonies

They rode on

Beyond breeze

Their breath and fire lit trees

Pathways of cinder


Water came

Flowed into broiled game

We knew not

How to tame

Raging of fire and flow

The split and splinter


Shards of rain

Swept away masses

Needle’s eye

Forgave not

The slightest remnant of thought

Borne within the fear


Bask in pain

Sunlight reminder

When we wake

To mistake

Morrows shadow our past tense

Wickers of pretense


The woods lie

Down by the river

Where the hearts

Still quiver

Sound of music invading

The purple at dusk


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy Charles Villiers Stanford Requiem 1897

Soul of the Tango Sur Regreso Al Amor – Yo Yo Ma

Book of Love Book of Shadows

Book of Love Book of Shadows

16 July 2016

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She felt him everywhere. He was the morning sun, the evening moon the gust of wind that made her swoon into the vapours of the night. He was her glorious air and waning light. Dusk had him combing her strands under the shower and through his touch she felt a nourished flower. Dawn had her willing the sundown that he may forsake his crown to lie beside her again as time shifted into new axis. On went life like a joyride and never did he leave for a second her side. He was with her during her daily chores his unseen presence bringing her scores of answers to questions she never asked aloud. The choices were made before she even voices them in morrow’s gate and he was never late.


None felt him but her so vividly like only the fully alive can feel the fully undead. He was a walking ghost in her head. He visited her too when she was awake and never once ever spake although they had much to say to each other and all was said. From the choice of dresses to the choice of her suit the unanswered questions always bore fruit. He was that space in between the atoms and the atom itself. With her neither he nor she had any sense of self. They lived for the other that none would ever smother.


I live you and love you beyond Time he would say and to that reality she would endlessly pray. When the rain would fall she would hear of his ghostly steps the patter and then in the world nothing else would matter as she rose within and without to greet him and flout her newfound alternate ghostly world where she swam to the brim. A world where they would meet in between the blink and the eye between the joy and the sigh when the ravens crowed low and the moon was high.


He was there without a trace, the shadows a remnant of his face that she held so dearly etched in the suburbs of her retina so clearly as she watched him with her inner eye when together their ghosts to every whim did comply. I know you from before Time she said and laid her head on his chest where he stroked out of her mind all unrest. I love you from before Space he replied as he kissed her and sighed for all was now Grace.


There was not a touch she missed nor a spot on his frame she had not kissed. It was all there amid the drops in the air as it stayed in between a sheet of silken sheen. Material immaterial. Earthbound and aerial. Real and ethereal. He knew her every layer of her nightmare he was the slayer. Ever present ever absent a present in past and future tense which reworked the walls of her imagination. Stretched beyond belief, stretched beyond the falling leaf that sheltered the pages of the book that unfolded in her mind. A book she could read even if she were to ever go blind as its leaves were etched in her heart. A book of Love as it twined around her heart like a glove. A book of Shadows that only the heart knows.


Reading of the short story: 


Heart shadows 3

Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh

Main Yaha Hoon – Udit Narayan

My Man – Geetha Balvannanathan

Back into Jerusalem

Back into Jerusalem

31 August 2015



Criss-cross of chances

Black hole meets mass of matter

The less is the most


Interwoven signs

I, Minerva of the past

Forgot my own tasks


Jolted now awake

My saddle I will set right

As horses whinny


Riding into dusk

To the outlines of mountains

As the sun sets low


I drink your water

Essence of your earthly life

From new wells you birthed


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The stars will combine

Shimmering mass of light rays

That from you wrought strength


Roots spread between us

Gathering the momentum

That in the heart pulls


Glory of simple

Walking upon the waters

Which in the soul flow


Ebb and flow of waves

Back into Jerusalem

I will walk head high


Twenty three paces

More than mythical nine yards

Upheaval measure


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Fleetingly daytime joined in

Fleetingly daytime joined in

17 August 2015



Birds nestled subdued

Into blissful deep slumber

Keeping us in mind


All nightingales sang

In rapture of the beauty

Of us coiled, uncoiled


Stars whispered secrets

Night had been sole accomplice

As jasmine overheard


Precision tuning

Mind waves sought more attention

I listened intent


Dusk like dawn flickered

In recognition of light

Engulfing our flames


Moons envied the sun

Peering bright into our souls

As our limbs we seek


Urgency in times

Set fire to the stillness

We moved not, lazy


You and I stretched out

Fleetingly daytime joined in

Unveiling future

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Courtesy – photography by Mireia Cordomi

When we think it right

When we think it right

5 August 2015

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Sun sets in twilight

Between two minds grey dusk spent

Covering all bonds


Footsteps of dark coal

We walk lands of no morrows

Erasing ourselves


Storm white covers Earth

In hiss of untrue nature

Lost are memories


Brief instant now past

The bliss of our true nature

Memories don’t last


Lightning strikes solemn

Piercing grey veil of dull scorn

Vivid rays light all


Cast shadows find light

Correcting their curves within

When we think it right

Courtesy Jean Luc – Forest Codes