illustrated verse
A Scarborough Childhood
January 24, 2021
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A one lane bridge, Scarborough fair! A parsimony; a prayer no use. The sage and sober will negotiate the way with care, but not prince Valiant! The thrill is cheap as life, (what doesn’t kill you makes you strong as tin.) O down the icy night we ride until we crest the hill Over the Town, and like Chagall propelled we sound the stars, the flush - it pales the skin. Below, the streetlamps dot the ground. I search in dreams my empty tin, the golden coin to find therein. By day I search my empty tin, and hoard kind words, though paper thin . Valiant passengers, we are rendered fearless, lost within our involuted mother-sphere. Callowly I persevere. I march my youthful groundless road, steeled with middle-class veneer, polished in that spit-shine mode. Armoured in my tin, I showed the world a glow; and yet made not of solid stuff, I searched for gold. In time the sun-coined forest wrought a golden solace so long sought!
for one about to breathe her last
October 12, 2020
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away on a breath
of west wind - to poplar’s
soft applause
twirling
you will not
be pinned down
mia
oct 2020
restless river postcard
October 19, 2019
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What started as ‘write a list poem’ and detoured into listless things, ended up with the observation that a list flows like a river. We always return to the river. And since then, List has flowed into Listen. Rilke’s Sonnets to Orpheus, The Spell of the Sensuous, even MIT’s ULab course have converged to enrich my presencing practice.
the milky moon has no rivers just dusty seas named in a dead language – perfect repositories for faint hopes and faceless fears but you, restless river, pull hard, clear and mean at my most cherished and extravagant retributions – leaving me knee deep washed clean, and watching you laughingly carry my swords to the sea
The milky moon and the flagpoles at Dorje Denma Ling retreat centre – my alternative image for the postcard poem in the reading room. The moon was yet to set and my most of fellow meditators were yet to rise.
the milky moon 
the restless river
