Many a meditation spent in contemplation upon your palm. Returning year after year, grown a little older, a little wiser, a little stronger. Bringing back to you new triumphs, experiments with danger, And permanent sorrows of the heart. All the while my formative mind yearning…

Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Marriages, babies, family gatherings, Tears of a mother, tears of a child, A reassuring hand and chastise so mild. Small sticky fingers clutching apron strings, Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Jelly and cream, egg custard and tea, Sello-taped…

Searching down the memory lane A place to be There has to be a place Which I should remember There has to be a place Which meant a lot But the memory doesn’t leads there What when Can’t figure out where It’s all so clumsy…

Dance! Euphonic bubbles of light! Move like snakes, bending with the sound of fire. Shake! Oh foaming melody! Ploy the rakes! Rapture is my heart’s desire!

I’d say it was my quiet place, but it was so full of life. the wind singing through the gums, the gentle rhythm of the cattle calling their young the whoosh of wings gliding through the canopy, my breath echoing against my chest.  Magpies warbling,…

Look, there, beyond the rolling hills, round knuckles of emerald, past the gentle slopes of grass. Ignore the dark dirt beneath our feet, or the chestnut dust mingling with mud. Do not cry with the rain. Look past the box buildings coated with grime with…

There is a House on Catamaran Where I used to go in the summer Or the winter or the fall depending It was usually my mother’s call When we’d visit the House on Catamaran   It was a beautiful House on Catamaran With a white…

Floor beneath my feet Tiny feet Vast floors.   I remember floors Beneath my little feet. Desert sands and picnics. Bare floors and kitchen sets. Stairs and tiny rooms. Staring down and groped.   I remember floors Bricked floor And badminton games. Grassy garden And…

A school trip becomes an escape to get lost in my favorite place Crispy leaves crunching under foot Birds fly over head that like to avoid the city The chill in the air is perfect for the apple picking season The scent of the cider…

Still…I live Through life’s uncertainty Through life’s untimely incidents With self and family Still…I live Whether the Sun rises Or the moon sets In joy Or the deep darkness In giving birth Or tears and death Life is rehearsed It still brings the best Srill…I…