Speaking
Brew
You
Innocent
Learning
Crew
You
Intelligent
Writing
­Tew
You
Life
Importance
Reading
Clew
You
Independent
Human
Slew
Y­ou
Inch
By
Inch
                   - Amisha priya

The older I get
the less I search for

truth

because these days
a white face and honking nose

work for me

it's the simple and absurd things
in this life

that are all I need

Quiet calls my name from the clouds.
I lost my wings,
a deafening reality.
Quiet calls my name from the clouds.

i have cake here, tony made it me,

last year he made a wooden glove box, as my red x one overflowed, the year before a tiny clothes hanger.

only yesterday i hung the knitted clothes i bought in pickering, no room for the pants, i pinned them to the wall. he is brenda’s husband.

she likes victoria sponge,

too.