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Terpsichore : Writing

After the fire

After the fire

A Poem by Terpsichore


The first rains came,A puddle shimmered,casting new ripplesacross the rainbowed surface.It washed the small feetof both mouse & sparrow,the larger..
Where the bee sucks, there suck I

Where the bee sucks, there suck I

A Story by Terpsichore


(General notes on the sensitive operation of sewage tankers)One measure of culture and civilisation is the proximity of a species to its excrement. Ta..
She had known bitter days

She had known bitter days

A Poem by Terpsichore


Sin is, or sin isn't, she thinks,icy with detachmentas she squeezes the trigger.Payback for all the damaged years.The afternoon is bright,the room is ..
Snail

Snail

A Poem by Terpsichore


In rain I walk and feed.My one foot sliding, gliding.I move slowly, ghostlike.Floating edges grazing the groundlike the skirts of a settling hovercraf..
Electric baby syrup

Electric baby syrup

A Poem by Terpsichore


Here they come again through the strobe shadow rain,hunched between Popeye houses,the Russian closet poets wearing thin disguises,playing with verbal ..
Two bridges

Two bridges

A Poem by Terpsichore


An exercise in honour to a different time
Farang

Farang

A Poem by Terpsichore


The neon sign welcomes my Farang cash bag skin. The king's flag is neatly folded and the no-name dog in the corner yawns in indifference as the ai..
Shot rabbit

Shot rabbit

A Poem by Terpsichore


Limp she lies against the ploughed soil A still life portrait in pain and pellet, with flicked and dimpled fur, spread and wind raped. A dreamer's..
Mouse

Mouse

A Story by Terpsichore


She is very young, no more than four, maybe five. Her face a delicate pale oval surrounded by wild curly hair, somewhere between blonde and brown, the..
Bangalore traffic jam

Bangalore traffic jam

A Poem by Terpsichore


7pm, the day cools, the eveninghots up as shadows play hopscotchon scorched asphalt.No peeling rubber, just bumper tobumper madness and sputtering eng..

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