In this difficult beginning
Only a beckoning, stranger
Than that of a sea-cobra Continue reading →

Ginang
Pagalaung ginang pagalaung ginang pagalaung
The drums thunder
Pagalaung pagalaung pagalaung Continue reading →

Living means gratefulness – gratitude is
beyond the horizon of calculation
gratefulness makes us grown up Continue reading →

I could not choose to be a child of the President of France
or a grandchild in direct line of the King of Brunei Continue reading →

Skin and bones
Sad eyes and smokes of tobacco
Blank sheets of paper and white nights
Swim across the hidden current of water Continue reading →

THE PURIFICATION FESTIVAL IN APRIL
(A long poem, extracts)
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… over there, over there where home is
April is in the Purification ceremony
How could you come back with me and stand by the river’s bank tonight?
In painful joy
Loudly sing the water’s eulogy Continue reading →

THE HOLLOW DAYS
Day 8: You are born only once

Oh Panduranga Panduranga, why no other places than Panduranga?
I was a bridegroom in Panduranga twice Continue reading →

THE HOLLOW DAYS
Day 5: The most beautiful day

There is an evening when I don’t want to do anything, to think / talk about anything Continue reading →

What ghost led me to the bar

I fell into the eyes of the first Cham working as an embracing beergirl Continue reading →

Our spirits are unassisted
October rains make them sluggish
only the tagalau flower is still bright Continue reading →