Bomb

You hear Manchester in the news That some crazed terrorist has taken throngs of lives With a detonation device. In this bloody carnage There are two kinds of bombs. – The TNT kind that blows apart the ambient flesh And the heartfelt kind that blows even from a distance – And have you seen a…

Good Friday (Rejected by Permafrost Magazine)

At home, Good Friday is a hard day to get through. The meat of chicken and pigs have magically Transformed to Jesus’s flesh, and it’s a no-go zone For the catholic-minded. Over at the table You count the goodies from your neighbors After all, it is New Year too in Sri Lanka, but your face…

First Kiss (Rejected by Permafrost Magazine)

Time stood so still at that perfect moment. The guzzle had dripped to glug I was swallowing slush Flakes of vermillion, of lips Gone cold of waiting. I could trample, trespass or even encroach She had no aversion of any of that. She was like a jug kept inside a cupboard Searching for the ripple…