Slug

A memory came to me this morning A memory of sitting on a bench silently with a good old friend on a summers night in Walthamstow, watching a fox rummage Now I stand alone under an autumnal tree shedding its florescent yellow leaves in the rain, watching a slug I am reminded of a lesson […]

Foot

On the bottom of my left foot there is a scar from a leech bite On the top, a scar of a spider bite…and another leech bite On the front, scuffed crumpled toes from wearing boots On the left side, swelling from a poorly healed broken bone On the right side, the drooping arches of […]

Knock

In the past year, even though I still chant the Nembustsu, I still don’t really know if this a fools errand. I will continue knocking on the door to the empty hut with dark windows Namu Amituofo. Laks Indrakaran – Somerville

Aimless

I stood under a tree tonight, watching the cigarette smoke take the shape of the cool breeze that is gently rustling the leaves. What will this life amount to? The same thought seeps through as I leaf through pages. The same thought circles as I lay awake in bed, hearing every tick of the clock. […]

Will it Pass?

For me, it is only in the wake of being rejected by a lover that disillusionment ensues. The saturnine torpor exposes the excruciating loneliness that I once felt but happily forgot about. The excruciating loneliness one feels from being stuck in one’s bedroom stifled by past memories of happy companionship. I cannot tell you now […]

Agnes

The life of an artist is inspired, self-sufficient and independent. – Advice to Young Artists- Unpublished manuscript deposited at the Institute of Contemporary Art.  A little tribute to Agnes Martin whom I have gained great admiration for when a friend told me about her no more than a month ago. I found the following […]