Feet crunch in satisfying snow not the slush as the time the truck driver had no time to slow his wheels the feeling of being drenched is like accidentally falling into an ocean the city girl came back to the island fell off the edge…

Letter from Ancestor My dear I am long gone but I wish you well do not hurt the pigeons let the mongoose live in the bushes Ah…do you water the plants I planted? the gulmohar, the deodar and the cedar the mango bears fruits now……

Prompts for the Sixth Hour Text Prompt Write a letter to yourself from the perspective of someone who is no longer in your life. It could be a former teacher you admired but you lost touch with, someone you knew from childhood, someone who passed…

Smell often pairs With taste to Enhance a meal Some smells make You smile fondly Of happy moments Some smells make You jump back Cry with revulsion Smells are powerful Highways leading us To past remembrances

Angels on Earth There are members of our families Acquired in many ways. Some stay with us a long, long time And some for merely days. 2 legs, 4 legs, sometimes 3 Fur and feathers, too Squawks and barks and whistling sounds All those kisses…

Chaotic Dog Eared Books The ring from your wine glass left its prominent mark of red saying I was here on your favourite hardback book Don’t books that have stains tell the world I have lived? Like chaotic dog–eared books facing up towards the sun…

I never thought much of myself just a girl that was told she would never amount to anything too stupid for college but just right for takin orders. those words always stayed in my head. never could I believe in myself never could I appreciate…

Ring of Fire Sitting on my throne, contemplating Life, I can’t help but wonder, how did I wind up here? And then, it hits me: jalapeños!   ****A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count of 5/7/5/7/7.****

My twenty first birthday was spent in an asylum, not as a patient, but as a guest of the ghosts They watched us make our little movie Maybe we helped them forget, even for a little while, what kept them there Entertaining our spectre spectators…

Dear Tracy, It’s been twenty-two years since I last saw you, but I want you to know I think of you often. I’ve tried to nudge events from this side to help you and the family, and I’d like to think I have. Your guardian…