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  ABSENCE IS A CIRCLE
the small bits of brick & plaster laughing in the room / above / us / become a dance in deep cold / & the gaps in our play as evening falls into darkness / deep with black
Poetry
 
 
  CLEAVING THE BULL OF OLD AGE
I shall approach it like the master carver of old-time, not niggling or moving slowly while detaching stray fragments of fat and corky gristle, nor helplessly gazing this way or that, twisting and turning the flesh, then standing back and ...
Poetry
 
 
  MANGO LOVE...
That sweet distinctive Mango shango Imbibe, inhale A fragrant tango In quarts, peeled, slurped, sucked whole Nectar of gods Indulge my soul. While I savour your familiar flavour Chosha, Fojlee, Lengra gold Irresistible and bold Mouths ...
Poetry
 
 
  INDUS SCROLL (for Suhail Lari*)
My people of stucco, clay how readily they gather in their other world - across fields against stone-bedded mountains or at ease outside thatched hutments with their nativity animals and earthenware bowls
Poetry
 
 
  LOVER
Today I opened the book You gave me on thunder-clouds And found waist-deep water ? On the next page it joined a river Meandering into the distance
Poetry
 
 
 
was published in November 2016
 
 
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THERE IS A LIZARD ON THIS BUS
Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly ...
 
SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We ...
 
 
 
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