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A note on death and dying, dedicated to the late and alive TFH.
You know I was wondering had you been alive, you wouldn’t be dead. But truth is, you’re no longer alive and you’ve truly died. It’s been so long, years at end, but I still can’t seem to finish this sentence. How come you’re not here anymore? Terrance FitzHenry, also known as Terry hopscotch has died.…
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For the Love of Verse
My interview in The News, Pakistan, 2022
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Beauty and the Beast
She visited the dark of his gaze, like lightning strikes a new city Before the spell was broken, Beast, somewhat convinced drilled a rose into the fabric of night. The scream of beauty colored the senses, till perceived time altered & the carousel started to move.
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Cross. Of Poetry
I want to turn the clocks to woundsthat unlock the sea’s single strand of hairand weaving a hundred wavesI want to say: good-bye. But you tell me to wait a bit. The music is reaching usas if a kaleidoscopic centralityis in my crooked eye.Nuance blue hesitation;a still life of birds and beads. A mystical tendency…
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The Black Widow
Dancing close at the edges She takes to venom like blood Of late there is an insistence On Urdu verse. The southerly sigh is mixed, The world evolves to a rose. It has the face of webs, its Pulse bitter. Levitates. A Dali Tarkovsky meet in the mind.
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The Immigrant Sigh
Look. The decent thing would be to say: I have crossed the border, and stepped into song. I no longer visit. I resist, all the frequency of rain. I have even got a postcard to remind me, And I situate myself in its corners, like the ear of a dog. Let’s for once imagine (for…
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Spoken Word: “Old Familiars”
Old Familiars (Click) (Text published in Aerogramme Centre for Arts and Culture)
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Spoken Word: “Can’t, Won’t”
“Can’t, Won’t” (Click) (Text published in Aerogramme Centre for Arts and Culture)
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DRAGON-FLIES
In assembly, bitterEyeing the other,Mate-dance. Dragonfly, alight. Speak!Silent & stone, keeping her secrets.Dragonfly, please. Roll of dice, three situations,All alike. To pick one, causesMisbalance, fright. If I choose three minds,A blackbird appears, symmetry.If chess-piece, I move one back,The mystery sees – two eyes are left,Without the smile. Mask of the dragonfly,Can I wear you with…
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Sitting at a café, acknowledging.
The intake of a metaphor. Breathe out. A fixed hallucination, visiting. The boom of music And its disappearance. The steady hand of the fan, Counting turns. missing cues. The dance of a rag-doll In ancient chimes. Going into The prehistoric phase. Aligning Your mind with mine. searching. The hiccup of a memory, something About a…