Poetry
POETRY / Inside
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
Homesick
Once a homebody, nestled in its embrace. Now lost, a wanderer in a boundless space.
Poetry / Cleaner of dawn
She doesn’t need an alarm For the last hour of the night.
POETRY / Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
POETRY / Hidden battle
Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt
POETRY / I, Whore; I, Birangona1
Would it be too much to ask you/ To forgive me for the carnal sin I did not commit?
POETRY / Soldier amidst the blood moon: An elegy
Crimson blood splattered amongst the ravaged lands
POETRY / THE OTHER WAY ROUND
What makes You a boy, me a girl; Me a popper, you an Earl?
Poetry / Diasporic delusions
Self-confidence shaken, some shattered memories in their side bags
Inside
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
Homesick
Once a homebody, nestled in its embrace. Now lost, a wanderer in a boundless space.
Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
Cleaner of dawn
She doesn’t need an alarm For the last hour of the night.
Hidden battle
Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt
I, Whore; I, Birangona1
Would it be too much to ask you/ To forgive me for the carnal sin I did not commit?
THE OTHER WAY ROUND
What makes You a boy, me a girl; Me a popper, you an Earl?
Soldier amidst the blood moon: An elegy
Crimson blood splattered amongst the ravaged lands
We’re still alive
We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death
Diasporic delusions
Self-confidence shaken, some shattered memories in their side bags
