I didn’t get to say goodbye. Not officially anyway. I was stuck in a whole other city, While you and Daryl sat alone in the waiting room. But my heart shattered when I heard the news. I knew that your time here was winding down,…

This is a secret you mustn’t repeat: There are horses in heaven. They have been there always. Even while here, they are aware of there. Have you noticed how the horse sleeps upright and ready, and seems to be elsewhere? There are horses in heaven…

browsing through a mile of second hand books on Sunday morning holding hands with a friend as I haggled over the right price all the dhabas with their competing aromas as the air fills with the azan from the mosque Ah for a day in…

There are many days I reflect upon our union The memories of our first kiss still has me swooning I wonder what magical manifestations were created on our behalf What sort of divine intervention had to be choreographed? Our love is that of a young…

Desiring a little Togetherness A swirling wish To hold you Run my fingers Over your skin Your lips Whispering In my ears. Your voice Settling in my core Like A solid piece Of crystal.

My future in the rear view mirror My past in the windshield I’m stuck in reverse!    

I have found myself to be invisible. These muscles, weakened as they are, already drenched with the sensation of flowing water, have left me hesitant. Bereft. So I renounce the world. Abjure the tiny, gracious interactions that would tether me closer to the everyday. It…

Eyes are blurry,l ights are dim Ears stick up but hear nothing You cannot get up the stairs I have to carry you everywhere Sometimes you struggle to get outside Your sad look says, forgive me, I apologise. You are still happy to ride in…

The original line inspiring this poem is from Anne Sexton’s ‘The Truth the Dead Know”  — “To be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.”     I am too old to be pastor blessed, teeth at my throat, bone for an eye, sinew at knucklebone.  

The winds blew the tall grasses and the Cattails and Milkweed tossed their next generation gently. They gathered in cottony youth gangs at the roots of their ancestors and thought of where they might settle down and establish roots. Plans that weathered storms and relied…