I HAVE NO POETRY FOR YOU I don’t know why i don’t have much to say to you. Perhaps its because you walk lightly. Or at least i think you do. And it can’t be anything I’ve given to you. Your mother is a stumbler….
I take a fork and dig the hard rock I want to feel the veins in my neck bulge As I dig, bleed, and make furrows on the ground. I want to hear the scraping of metal against stone. Between memory and forgetting On a…
DISCOVERY Give me a secret But one light to bear. I can’t give you mine Mine’s not to share. . Mine has iron shafts With their tip bent. There’s a man so familiar My head can’t pretend. . There’s a girl She’s sobbing Children shouldn’t…
This morning K said to me Have you read Calvin and Hobbes? And I thought, “Have I? Have I!?” in utter glee. And just like that I was there with the things I left behind. Zapped back through the portal called mind. . For me…
When we are done with all this With the tatters After I pick the pieces Or if I grow new skin, fingers, heart, stomach Do you think i will walk whole? Because I want to walk whole. And When I’m walking whole Please see that…
We fight over the remote. I’m a rainforest-person, she says Ayurveda, rubber plantations, orchids, you know. Air conditioning is carbon footprint. She’s won this round But only for 5 minutes Mosquitoes, I tell her. Bloody mosquitoes. And the thick summer heat glistens on her brow….
Things that Make Your Day
I want to write Stories Poetry Blood from my eyes I want to reel out the ‘kerchief of kahanis Like the magician who pulls silken snatches of cloth from his mouth Endless Like my ragged breath Unravelling As sneakily as my heartbeat. I want to…
When I serendipitously found Katherine Applegate’s book Home of the Brave, a children’s book of loss and longing, immigration, forced migration and family and so much more, I knew all was right with the world. That there are authors—and publishers—who are talking, saying what…
