Interview in Ceylon Today 8 June 2014. Excerpts from Foreign Madam and the White Yogi. Ghazal of the Ghazal Notes. Foreign Madam and the White Yogi Audio Story. Dr cms bio 2017 updated. A Little Book of Bali.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008. They were giving out these cute ice cream cut out that says love is. Love is the sweetest thing that could cut your heart. Finally reaching the ice cream. the gold at the end of the rainbow! .

BBC Performing Arts Fellowship WOOHOOO! December 12, 2014. I am the first poet to be awarded a BBC Performing Arts Fellowship- of which there have been 32 granted to artists across the UK. Check out the list of Fellows here! Back in the London Fold. So what is happening now? I am working hard on my first full collectio.

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Ramblings from deep within the well at the Garden of Eden. Friday, 25 July 2014. Do you see me? You come by and say hello. Have a conversation before you go. But do you see me? Or am I just the fool who greets you. As you walk into the room. Make you feel like a million stars. No judgement, no scars. Why do you walk past me. Right there out on the streets. Do you not want me to see your lie? Will I make you poor. From the gift of your smile.

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I can no longer be found here. Enter at your own peril. Both are official spellings of the word, which means I cannot make up my mind again. Conflation suits me, I think.

Her parents, gone, leaving her alone. To die, by the streets. A blessing they did consider. A chilling wind caressed her face,. While tears flowed down her face, collecting debris and dirt. As it fell by the gravitational pull. Some offered her a dime.