Ghosts Over Tea
GHOSTS OVER TEA – a poem
Politics & Feminism
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
Red Is A Good Colour On Me
When the king falls, and he will fallAnother will sit in his placeAnd a hundred others will hold him up& plot his disgraceThey will talk about the politics of bodiesThey will gamble these bodiesThe woman with five husbandsWas shared property & objects have no agency He looks at me &…
Vanity Is A Superpower
I feel like I’m a different person out in the world. I enjoy dressing up because I love the reactions of the world to my style. It’s not always positive. I also find ridicule, envy, shaming & other things. Each is a reaction, a conversation with society, with humanity in…
When Abandonment Wounds Are Your Teacher
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
People Who Married Too Early
In my 20s, I was made to pick a side in the battle of the Smug Married vs the Singles. I didn’t create that division, they did.
The Love Depths
We don’t love people because they deserve it. We love people because we deserve it. These are our depths.
A Rather Long Monologue But It’s Poetic
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
Where’s The Flirty Party? – The Power Moves of Flirting
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
The Political Isn’t Just Personal, It’s Emotional
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
BLUE or A Rejection Of Romance
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…