Sing it Aloud Not that facebook messenger failed me. I was just too scared to be reminded the sting of failing is a nightmare in the world of an orphan. My culture says it’s a taboo to heap weighty messages in the mouth of a…

iv. Wheat and Sickle   Golden wheats in left and sickle in right arm, The princess reap the field , along the young hearts.   He advances forward, with a bamboo basket Oh dear beautiful, may you put those crop in it don’t let these…

Do you remember when I was five or six And you’d come home from such long trips And I’d follow you up to watch you unpack So glad to have my Daddy back (Always hoping for some souvenir of some sort Even if it was…

Oh how the time goes by but memories don’t fade. I can hear your voice and the love you gave.   To all your children Throughout your life Sometimes with hardship Sometimes with strife.   From one two three and four five six. You loved…

You came into this world in an unfashionable manner. Without further ado, you scared the best of me. As I watched you wiggle out from your mother’s womb, Though I was far away, my heart is longing to hold your tiny bodies. As both of…

What will it take to show the world that I’m worth keeping? Burn in the waste of all the time you spent, your precious moments Unfold into me I’ll be your muse, I’ll be your effigy If only for one passing phase I’ll stay until…

Dear Nanny, I have the timer from your kitchen drawer, white sand still sliding through in tiny grains. Time is trapped in plastic, a green jewel – A prism that mirrors and fractures light. This object rested on your window sill, looking out at green…

Glancing at a one-day obituary, unmentioned name to nameless successors, last you said you knew I thought of you often, thoughts now are archetypes you grew, fused inside inseparable divine, soft blending maternal melting, thawing out all which came before. Cross pollination at fledgeling time,…

sky blue when I awoke at dawn a bright new day I fell to drowse in optimism only to awake once more blue fallen from the sky in pounding drops grey anticipation pouring away drowned in depression pouring on me from above I fell into…

Mommy’s Cooking Soup   Better Than Bouillon boils in the pot, waiting for Mommy to stir. She twists the spoon in her hand, grazing scraped metal, watching for the water to pop!, for the vegetables to rise and fall, waves raging against the sea, reaching…