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…
