It was perfect in a bittersweet way
The overcast day
The fresh flowers
The shades of black and grey
The Padre Nuestro
The father’s chanting
They ushered him through a maze
of flagstones well-polished by the varnish of water
and the heavy footsteps of generations of mourners.
For fifty pesos a stranger sang
as we showered him with rose petals and rain.
Amidst her wailing and her brothers’ silent despair
and the cement mixed and laid thick to immortalise him,
the sky stops crying and its blue eyes blink
and I, for a moment, stare into eternity,
into sorrow, into loss, into hope.
Avenues upon avenues of memories
in this city of the departed;
yards and yards of carnations
doing their best to defy time –
but who can resist?
Grief made her embrace linger, made us angels
without wings, and stranded on earth,
but angels nonetheless.
Another Padre Nuestro
Another moment without him
The first of too many. Continue reading Victor
I dose up on adrenaline to dull the pain of your absence – well, of mine, I should say since I’m the one who’s far away Fuels me through to 0530 hours before I feel the water round my neck drowning in a sea of colliding bodies of youthful fawning and clichés realise it’s all a little sordid that I am bruised and bored of it … Continue reading New Year’s Day, 0546 hours
That dress Off the plane and into foreign arms Heart aflame with remembered love This greeting is polite yet cool But you – You and your sequined dress Upon those hills, your hills You lie there, beautiful But my mind is elsewhere I wake to your blue eyes Your limitlessly sunny smile You are beaming Oh you – You and your dust red dress Upon … Continue reading That dress / Know Delay
Let me introduce you to Bluey Snowflake. She’s one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received, a gift from my aunt when I turned 7. And because my family is all egalitarian and stuff, my sister got her birthday present at the same time even though her birthday is more than a month after mine – her name is Pinky Snowflake. We built a … Continue reading The “prophetic” song I wrote as a 7-year-old
This post was inspired by some irony. Irony about the fact that after blogging A novel metaphor for life, when I felt I’d achieved a breakthrough working on my long-awaited debut novel and was convinced it was symbolic of breakthrough in the way I see and approach my life, I haven’t really progressed at all on the aforementioned novel. I did, however, realise, that one … Continue reading A novel metaphor for life 2
I am writing a novel. That is, I have been writing a novel for the last fourteen years. Two and a half years ago, I finally gave up on modifying the prototype I had from when I was twelve or thirteen. Realising that poetry was still my best form of expression to date, because I could say everything I wanted to say and actually complete … Continue reading A novel metaphor for life
Canberra, my love Today you are stunning warm even when you’re cold cool even with your sunny disposition and I get lost in your blue sky searching for the me in you and the you that’s reflected somewhere in my heart but I think it is buried deep and yet however far beneath the surface you lie, motionless, asleep even if I were blindfolded I’d … Continue reading two reflections on being home again
I have a sadness that does not want to be sung She says to me, “I am deeper than your words.” I have a heart that really does want to belong She says to me, “None of this will do for a home.” And they sigh … You are not my destiny But this was fate Our eyes and paths they crossed, didn’t they? Two … Continue reading Tapestry
Alive Is what I wanna be Breath from the heavens And feet that have learned how to fly Every fibre of my being Is calling out for its destiny Don’t wanna live for me I wanna live for you Love is more than bleeding hearts I long for transformation I long for transformation Of my mind Dreams I am sketching dreams In time to be … Continue reading Alive and dreaming
Cannot believe how pro I look in this shot! So far from how I feel. This picture was taken at I’s place, in his bedroom studio. He’s a professional sound guy, has worked overseas recording and mixing music. I was there with JA, JT and JM, and some new friends – they’d invited JA and me over to record some of our compositions. I had … Continue reading mad about music