A lullaby is sung to us as children. But well into adulthood, sleep remains elusive. This is my loving goodbye to the cares of the day. Read the poem ‘Lullaby‘ here.
Read ‘What’s Your Poison, Eena, Meena, Deeka‘ here. This piece was created for an event themed to International Day Against Drugs.
Men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle. Read ‘CUSTODY‘ here.
Love poem chaptered in pieces of my heart & pages of a journal. Read the poem ‘Journal Entries, 2016’ here.
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. Read ‘PATCHWORK RELATIONSHIP‘.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table. Read ‘FRIDAY NIGHT NOSTALGIA‘ here.