It could be verse

Artwork from wikiart: Paul Klee, Senecio (1922).

I am writing with some news - the first collection of my poems is now out. It is called The Book of Blue (Red River, 2024). It is also available worldwide here.

I started writing poetry seriously, in my early 30s, under conditions of extreme suffering. I didn’t know that I would go on to write a decade worth of poems witnessing love, loss, despair, struggle, self-doubt, wonder, resilience, and most of all, the growth of belief. Under the shadow of a turbulent decade, these forty or so poems occurred. They wriggled out of my fingers. They became friends who were witnesses in the field of my consciousness. Through it all, I came close to the intuitive powers of sensing some kind of supreme consciousness. In my biography, it came in the form of Krishna. This intuitive capacity is what makes me wake up everyday. It is a belief that is fragile and incredibly strong at the same time.

And yet, the earliest poem in this collection was written from a hallucination in August, 2013. I called the poem Abraham Came to my Door.