I dont write poetry much at all ever nowadays. Onece ina blue moon, and very quickly, not refined and worked on for years like my previous poetry books.
The last poetry book I printed was February 2025 I think or 2024.
Poems for a cold winter night, or something like that. I forget the exact title. About 20 pages, not the 70 pages of my previous poetry books written pre 2019.
I just had a flash of the schoolyard of my kindergarden and primary school. Wild. The loneliness was heart wrenching when I returned for a summer to live at my parents place while they were away. I must have been about 26 or 27. Just before and after India.