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A simple day

Kitchen

I am yearning for quiet time and simplicity today, maybe just cook a meal and read a book and clean the house slowly; instead I’ve been over spending, over eating, over decorating and worrying and doing too much.

 

Poetry

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When you’re turning forty, you can read erotic poetry and admit that you love it openly.  I couldn’t stop reading this beautiful poem written by Kamala Das, a renowned poet from Kerala in India who wrote both in English and Malayalam.

The Looking Glass

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

From darkness to light

Landscape 2

I was stumbling; crawling, through darkness, hiding in the corners; now I am at the doorway of a world; brilliant and molten gold.

A post for August 30

Final 1       Three years seem like three days; we miss you D.

Collage peephole

DSC_0096 5Born; only to die. Babies of war.

Morning blues

Morning blues 4

It lasts only a few moments from waking up. It’s all uphill from there.

Kapok

 

12Today’s treasures from the park.

“With great love, from Gi”

FatherHe is in his seventies now.

 

You are that

Balcony

Tat Tvam Asi, you are that.

Male bastion

Male bastion

I needn’t have worried. They didn’t even notice me.