Monday, October 2, 2017

Things to keep in mind

We are not only responsible for what we do, but also for what we do not do.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Notes on teaching (i)

Science should be taught knowing that what we don't know is infinitely larger than what we do

Numbers must be taught with the humble awareness that they don't really exist

And language taught knowing that the most important things in life often can neither be written nor spoken

A lot of misplaced priorities in education. A lot.

Monday, June 26, 2017

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

- Rumi

Friday, April 28, 2017


The night doesn't end. It spills into day and sloshes and stains. I am not an owl. Not a night owl. Not I. I am awake. I curl the pillow under my head, raise it higher. Sleep noisy little head! But these thoughts, really, they are cancerous and never seem to stop. They grow, and grow, and grow, rising like dust, they swirl between these walls, whirlwinds, tornadoes, storms. Stardust? I dream with my thumb. I twist, new cheek kissing pillow piled on itself. I turn, and turn, and turn, ticking away on my bed. Wait a that sleep? Leftover night mingles with bad breathed morning, light unveils belligerent day to cut second hand sleep to pieces. And then, at noon, there is nothing to combat the grogginess of summer and sweat.

So you, too, having the time of your life?

Monday, January 16, 2017


my mind is in cobwebs today.

thoughts curl into questions
and unfurl

as always.

the eye has a blindspot.
the body has a blindspot.
the mind is a blindspot.

perhaps the only way to miss them
is to be at their centre.

perhaps the only way to achieve
is to adjust in failure,
at its centre.

too many thoughts of gain.
so much to lose.

sometimes, sometimes
the mirror of the mind
is a hell of distortion
reflecting blindspots reflecting blindspots reflecting blindspots
ad infinitum.

should i just befriend the spider that crawls within?

Monday, October 3, 2016



let's make love through art?


Wednesday, June 8, 2016

when it comes to people who speak so much...

can we look for dignity in some kind of restraint,
seek favour from some form of silence?

Sunday, June 5, 2016



once again
your words
anchor me in my solitude.

clasped in the silence of your tongue,
cradled by the swollen music of your mind,
this terrible loneliness
becomes a sudden home.

can there really be any other love than the unrequited kind?

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

i wish my body was as strong as adele's voice.

too much to ask?

Wednesday, February 24, 2016


good academic writing is mutilated, disfigured writing.

stories hollowed out by words that no longer tell.