Yes pineapple belongs on pizza as long as you like pineapple on your pizza

We made puppets with our hands and feet We had a Christian cemetery for dead birds We wrote plays to be performed in the basement We had The Apple Lovers Club without apples We believed in Santa despite being Jewish We traveled by bicycle to…

Weekly Gender Monday: The smell of WD40 and salty sand in December Tuesday: Ocean spray on your face and the sound of an old park swing Wednesday: A broken squeaky toy that only squeaks when you squeeze just right Thursday: Piles of fresh cut grass…

Tragedy meets with it. Taking the fifth, sealed lips, loose lips, the ones that sink ships, and mute zoom calls and disorders. Soundless words, wordless sounds, Simon and Garfunkel sang them.   When the ringing of church bells cease, the last vibration dies, what’s left…

The foundation of enduring craft, Cotton sarees create rich narratives with a legacy steeped in history, Stories abound in the tale of their fabric.     Cotton sarees convey tales, with a dynamic colour palette; not to be outdone, they proudly carry traditions on display,…

Old Fashioned   I’m still here, I’m just listening. To what? To you. Why? Because I like to. I’m writing down what you say. In a notebook or typing it out? Typing. I’m just not going to say anything. Why not? If you were writing…

Your callings in the darkness of night leave me exhausted and sore yet if I ignore, I will pay with puddle and piles to clean in the morn Your bladder, they say, is fine no tummy troubles are found you just like to pee all…

Keep glib quotations away from me Remove patronising soporific poetry   I don’t care for prayers   Nothing satisfies or placates me in your inevitable absence   I still rise early to greet you to make you laugh and tell you stories   To hear…

Vertebrae The earrings that play demolition to the tender skin of my neck have snake vertebrae as wrecking balls. The bone, an aged cream, is still pointed, lightly sharp. Acupuncture from a dead thing haunts the body differently than metal does. But they hang and…

decades lost haunted by him   full of pain haunted by her   moving on haunted by your self