Hoteling

Bedding and breakfasting: a metaphor living in substitution, droning for a slot, looking up the flower and getting seeing blindsided, a mailbox by the roadside waiting for a home…

random dots
a red winged black bird
hopes to be born

Biswajit Mishra

Hoteling

THE GENTLEMAN FARMER

If I were to plow/plough my own fields, I’d plow it to get work done. The plow with its cultivator teeth of uppercase W’s. But I’d plough for the sheer joy of it, as an expression or lifestyle. The market would no doubt respond more favourably to the plow. But what of the plough? Well it would win over gourmets and those who live to eat. It would be met with approval if brought up over cream tea. As all ploughing would be done to the soundtrack of Pachelbel’s “Canon in D”. It is the ploughman who wells with a fullness of being who can say, “for today I have ploughed.”

Joseph Salvatore Aversano

THE GENTLEMAN FARMER

Risqué Business

Loveliness. Simply. Squarely. Inscribed in a square. Whirling. Wobbling. Come. And fallen off. Into. Loveliness. Which because it is its own self. Does what pleases it most. Spanning and climbing and sliding. The. Loveliness. Terrain. So that moving. Twisting. Lifting. It. Is. Lovely. All face. But not facile at all. And not beyond. Most definitely not beyond. As if. The comma. Between the here. Passing. And the there. Waiting to pass. Which waits. And, then. Waits for itself. Waiting. So that there is never space. For anything. But loveliness.

Vishal Prabhu

Risqué Business

Bird dream

Last night I dreamt yet again
about that flock of white birds
flying over the ocean.
A few weeks back, early March,
Jane and Anne insisted that
we pile into the carriage
and take a trip to the sea –
the last time I’d left the house.
I didn’t feel much like going
but let them force the issue.
It was quite a longish day
and I was over-wearied
when we finally returned.

I swear, while there, that I saw
a white bird dive arrow-straight
into the sea and fly out
with a small fish in its mouth.
That’s when I first had the dream;
and since then on many nights.

David Kelly

Bird dream