Got up at 6am to watch the monks
singing under golden eaves,
still hazy from sleep
like a drunkard Continue reading “Under Golden Eaves”
Under Golden Eaves
Seaweed for hair
Connor came down to the sea,
a rocky outcrop on the East Coast
of Korea; bleached and brown
stone the tide fizzled out on
in white, time and time again.
Continue reading “Seaweed for hair”
31 West Maitland
I dream of a cold-water flat
where your breath freezes
on the air.
Where your socks are full
of holes, snagged
on nails in the floorboards. Continue reading “31 West Maitland”
Poems // Shīpiān // 诗篇
concrete waves
breaking meekly against
the feet of mountains
(Hangzhou) Continue reading “Poems // Shīpiān // 诗篇”
The Piano Man
This guy on the piano here,
with his cap on frontways
so you know he’s serious.
He’s grinning like he’s hopped up,
his fingers working bass and keys
simultaneously, the sway of his head
shaking the whole room. Continue reading “The Piano Man”
Hair of the Dug Wedding Crashing
I’m back drunk again on
exquisite Punjabi whisky,
so smooth it washes out
last night’s sinning
like bathing in the Ganges Continue reading “Hair of the Dug Wedding Crashing”
Even In A Place Such As This
In a valley unbridled by
the city’s constant chatter,
there is a temple open to the skies
hoping perhaps to receive God
or at least a touch of rain. Continue reading “Even In A Place Such As This”
