Category: writing some poetry

lonesome she roams the nightly prairies the lioness, pensively. dust twirls up as she moves and looks on over your way. a predator for injustice, incompetence, in herself as well, she cannot but stay athletically alert in times of trouble and turbulence such as these. what only the chilly night breeze and stars up above […]

early morning and late night swims naked as we were seam this week and its shackling might. out there, it’s just me, in the water, with blue skies up above, a brisk breeze hushing about, and only little pangs of momentary joy  passing by.  someone shook the box a bit too eagerly these days and luckily, […]

these are times of an ever-heightened heart-rate induced by little sleep, lots of work, irregularities abound. there’s a thrill in all of it, no doubt, keeping things moving and blood flowing. emotional amplitudes spike these days, carving new spaces and trying relations. what will happen once this ends? will it all fall apart or go […]

in any job, it’s crucial to welcome those entering newly into the space we share for the time being. but especially here, at the immigration office, where people are far from home and everything known to them, waiting to get the opportunity of new dreams approved, all must assist to lift them up so they, […]

after a lovely dinner with a lovely friend who had other commitments lined up, I hopped off my bike, grabbed a beer, and walked. and so I walked through loud and lively streets, drunk and happy crowds, music oozing out of underground clubs, my memories from the past week and the essence of the conversations […]

and in that last evening sun under the pavillion down by the riverside there were two guys dancing, switching lead and follow whenever the opportunity arose. so one twirl, the one guy was invited to by the other, the other kicks he initiated for the partner; it was a playful back and forth, turning into art […]

and it flowed and it flowed the wide and leisurely river, toward its only destination as they biked on home through the night. they were coming from a birthday party with friends and a bbq and drinks and waffles and cherries and songs on a rooftop terrace out in the quieter parts of town. like […]