A poem of mine appearing in the 2016 Channels Magazine (Published by the English Writers Cooperative of Sri Lanka). I was only able to get a copy today.
The mountain and the snow, The slow thaw of time, The summit, that makes brave, The steepness, courage like A flashflood of grit, And mountaineers, that live On the glue in their hands, And the slow graft To the top. We are all mountaineers, Climbing the dream mountain, To find the slow thaw of estrangement, … Continue reading Dream Mountain
The empty pane That misses humidification On a cold winter day in New York When you need that Starbucks coffee And the burn sensation of curling mustard Over a sausage and a heated bun. Still you’d take that stranger That you met on the corridor That gazed at your eyes imploring A little kindness, and … Continue reading New York Minute