Friday Night

Carrie shivered  her chilled skin untouched by the piles of blankets on her bed. Her pale face bleached by the waxing moon that shone in through the thin cotton curtains. Mum had made them from a tablecloth bought from a charity shop. They didn’t quite…

Dreams Of A Foodie

I see rivers of gravy…with rafts of chips Trees of french fries with variety of dips Mountains of pizzas and burger valleys And flowers blooming of colourful jellies Houses of noodles and people of cake Boats of candies in a chocolate lake Which lead to…

Poem 5: Vibrator

Cheeky device, Purring secrets and satisfaction. Little hicCUPS of sound, rolls of the tongue that serenade in Spanish, that hum an ancient tune in a rhythm familiar to our foremothers. Hummingbirds quiver, bazillion bees buzz, sipping from blossoms heavy and pink. Stinging, singing, electrical zinging….

Iowa

Iowa Drove out of the parking lot, opened the door of my yellow Camaro, threw up, and drove on. Not sure I was the one who should have been driving. Three women out for a boozy lunch. This must have been before Mom said, I’m…

Advance Technology

Technology needs to be way more advanced. I want something that will talk to people without me telling it to. Is that so much to ask? I want something that will prevent life from catching up to me. I want something to make decisions for me….

II. City Morning

I love waking up in the city. Just as the sun rises There is a stillness As if the day is preparing For the hurry-up, The honking horns, And the unending tide Of people in motion, Of which I will be one – But first,…

Notification

Sign in with Facebook What’s on your mind? Tell the people of the internet You have low storage space Please take our survey Like us and follow Stay awhile Swipe left or right You have a new match Traces of permanence Ignore me Then love…

Prompt 1: One Way Out Sestina

I stand alone before the open grave Questions burgeoning–why should I grieve? Your empty shell has long let free your ghost Rejoin the molecules of that make the world Where did you go? And will you yet return? Have I a prayer of seeing you…

Poem 4

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

12 pm

Little dove Don’t worry about your destination Your wings are strong enough Despite what you’ve been told You carry the weight of the universe In your feathers Yet the upward motion comes As easy as the rising sun Little dove All will be well Despite…