Words and Invisible Cords

Fresh and Fast Concord Kebab Shop Single, double, large Pizza, manoosh, pide Persian or Turkish The couple's mother tongue Flying 10 for 12 dollars for chicken wings Protein box Beef, chicken, mixed Say cheese Fresh and Fast To save money I prefer pick-up John, to my surprise, she called my name Free chicken wings while I wait Ham and pineapple pizza Single Ready for you Im ready for you Next time  Fresh and Fast Concord Kebab Shop Ham and pineapple pizza Double Ready for you, John And...

It's from my friend Tatia This sofa Three years ago she broke up with her boyfriend Sold everything, and split the money I was new to Sydney, just moving to my own place Happy to buy second hand, pre-loved Post-love New beginnings from the vestiges of broken relationships What remains of love when it 'ends' Still love. This sofa from my friend Tatia It's been three years I'm giving up on it I'm letting it go Or so I thought My back already aches, one vertebra by vertebra Must be the years, must be Netflix or must be the chill that went with Netflix and chill I was supposed to throw it away Dump it in the trash It has served me well I'm not bitter even if it starts to hurt Broken bones are better than broken hearts. But I'm salvaging it from total damnation I have a balcony, perhaps it can occupy that space This sofa from my friend Tatia From broken hearts, to broken bones, to witnessing broken people passing by below my vista I sit here at night With a g...

I sit on my black, shaky, plastic stool  As I put my walking shoes on  One glance to the right  My left hand already latched onto the door knob  I motion to twist that piece of silver  One deep breath  To honor this space of departure  To the open, fresh, green, sunny morning Then bask under the gossiping canopies of trees, my friendly neighbours I sit on my black, shaky, plastic stool  As I take off my walking shoes  One glance to the right  One deep breath  To honor this space of arrival  It's Friday.

Nice to meet you A long-time friend told me After I posted on instagram The visible frequencies of light I have kept hidden Until the wavelengths pushed themselves Past through my teardrops Bending towards an arc Too beautiful to dismiss I wonder why the world for the longest time Looked at that glorious display Of pride and of authenticity With much disgust As if it belonged to the dark side of the universe. Nice to meet you Another long-time friend told me The scales in her eyes enthusiastically falling And her gaze rushing towards me She gives me one long look Straight into my freshly washed eyes Are you happier she asked I did not say a word And she hugged me The warmth between two real bodies Evaporates a hardened familiar barricade. Nice to meet you, too.

As I walk I think of dad Who is relearning to walk A stroke of fate A test of faith I press prayers onto the frothing sand Cemented by the constant pounding of waves Intensive care.

An abomination The shade I enjoy  As I write this, thinking of you Under a fruitless tree While clever shards of sunshine Push thru the canopies of summer leaves Light landing onto my morning eyes They squint As they frame the movement in the branches When a tweeting, almost weightless bird Brings with its swaying motions  The all important message That the world has space for Paradox That two seemingly contradicting propositions May be well founded and true The comfort of a shadow on a park bench And the the optimism of the blades of grass in view  A blanket of glorious green, bare surrendered Before a cloudless Sunday sun The fleeting morning dew on the lawn Rendered useful to a brown spotted labrador As it wades thru the remaining mist on the ground Careless, running free A spectator's delight A freedom not shared Is a daily bread not spared.

 I  look up at the clear blue Easter sky There are no clouds spelled JESUS And I wonder if people in China see CONFUCIOUS Or BUDDHA, or in the middle east ALLAH Do freethinkers see UNIVERSE? The agnostics must be the happiest people today My prayers are floating in the air They don't go upwards Is it because of my constant questioning Fanning the incense of my murmurings? In two minutes my 'church' starts its resurrection Sunday service I have not connected the livestream to my tele  But there is old gospel music playing A band-aid solution to my palpitations Where can I find ammonia balls? - - - Still nothing. I shall wait.  Still expecting. - - - Another uncertain question While the beating of the drums go harder And the chorus reach coda Crescendo. And it ends. But Spotify is on shuffle. Another song begins. For now, that is  Enough.  Always has been. Always will be. Grace period is Grace Period.