Forget about being nice. Just stay curd rice. ~O~O~O~ Curd rice on the streets. Mor mollagai in the sheets. ~O~O~O~ Kadipatta must be sent to jail for showing up in curd rice. ~O~O~O~ My balanced diet of curd rice, workaholism, wine and male tears. ~O~O~O~ It’s not over until curd…
I returned to the poetry circuit last week. Yes, I have been performing here and there but only where I’ve been pulled in. 2017 has hit me with so many things, I’ve needed to stop and regain my breath. I wrote a new piece and read it right off my…
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression & tints each sparkle?
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”
Let us cycle away, to a placebeyond words and dates and labelsLet us cycle off on a path of stolen glances that connect. Let us cycle back to a place we did that,a time when it was possiblea you before I knew your real faceand you knew my name. *Read…
I’m writing this post a little late since last week was such a flurry of activity. I performed at the Unerase Poetry against Drug Abuse event. And in the week leading up to it, I also got quoted in a Mid-Day story about using poetry to bring awareness to this…
I was quoted alongside other poets in a media story about powerful poetry.
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.