or — why am I here? — Have you ever played this mind game after achieving a major life goal — getting the first job, finding your partner, having a child, paying off the house? Be honest. After such milestones, have you not asked what’s next? The very existence of the question shows that milestones are only…

A request — The dead don’t die. They look on and help. - D.H. Lawrence speak as I dodge a taxi coming at me down the alley are you inside? speak so I never lose hope because we’re still linked by a long silver thread — you sailing up there red kite speak…

A Poem Celebrating the Smallest Continent, Australia — In the blue hills of the biggest island in the world, there are lazy bends in the trout-swollen creeks and babblers in the gumtree restaurants. Elsewhere, dingoes sniff out the rabbit holes of their kingdom, a trail bike rips the dunes unzipping a dress on the edges of the biggest island…

Audio microfiction: foodies fight it out on the Food Network — 1. Five Strangers Take five strangers, ask each to throw a dinner party, mix things up with some secret scoring for a €1,000 prize and you have a recipe for disaster. Yes, it’s been a week of cat poo in Debra’s kitty litter stinking out the dining room, Grandma Sheila’s weird robotic…

What does it mean to Indians and Asians versus the rest of the world? Article and audio poem. — Namaste, East and West Yoga aficionados utter it all the time with mantra-like solemnity. Namaste, namaste, namaste — teachers meeting students and students greeting students. These days, namaste also appears on tote bags, t-shirts, coffee mugs and bumper stickers. Saying “nahm-ahs-tay” with conscious over-emphasis has become the go-to greeting in Western spiritual and wellness…

Tiny stories with audioscape & intro to serial microfiction — 1. Adelaide, South Australia

A poem proposing marriage — At road’s end, where shores lap the mountain’s neck and wet rats dive for cover, the trout leaps up and then departs through bracelets of water, and the Whispering Wall waits like a huge stone piano of tinkled sounds. Its reservoir handrail sings the song-cycles of…

Taxi poem: a dramatised dialogue and video Living in Singapore I take a lot of cabs because the island is small and buying and maintaining a car is very expensive due to excessive tax. …

Where have the owls gone? — Preface ‘Night Owl, Punjab’ (see the Soundcloud link below) is a track from Indian City. It was recorded in New Delhi — me on vocals playing Indian-tuned guitar. Indian flautist Rohit Anand plays the bansuri, Pt. …