An Ode to Baba Ever since the streams coiled back, A tongue twisted with time Baring the stones that made you Marking your strength The red soil stares in the eye of life Never letting it win Never sparing even... Continue Reading →
Winter Garden Saturday morning, silence broken only by the wren’s scolding trill. Cherry blossoms bloom no more. Ice stares down the last ray of hope. Trees shake off day old snow from barren limbs. Winter garden dry, brown, dead, but... Continue Reading →
What Could We Be With Wings I like to imagine we all have wings rising from our backs, invisible, weightless; none of us knowing they are there, and so we never use them, even as we spend too much of... Continue Reading →
Directions to My Muse Undo the four screws on the plastic back of the transistor radio. Lift off the square with care. Let the tiny people blossom in the cup of your palm. Hold the music, its weight— write what... Continue Reading →
Drawing Project If you could be a silhouette, a fickle stranger, a lonely outline of yourself. A conversation the pencil has with the thin lines of your shape. You’ve been taught to bless your body as the soul’s vessel, recite... Continue Reading →
Ruminating I take a hammer to it: my lifestyle a giant rock into bite-sized pieces, for every choice there is a sacrifice. I throw them in my mouth in pairs, taste their flavours compete over my flattened tongue. I crunch;... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 