Across the room, a relic stands It has many a year The tunes of generations’ bands Heard by many an ear Played by a man, up in his time He’s seen and heard it all Requests are grand, critiques are few From open to last…

In the Eyes of the Law What are you doing that for? Aren’t you afraid of being caught? Remember when this happened last time Now it repeats what history forgot! Even as it changes, small details here and there Variations through the ages Exceptions to…

Letter to Juan Vincentre Dear Juan Vincentre Oldest living man in the world Museum of Grace upon the earth Houses of mortar and clay Open spaces serve as stray Clay flooring sand and unlay Bathrooms in the outdoors Underground sewage trapdoor Living in poverty barn…

shattered busted torn and twisted warped burned infested and rotted alone decaying into the earth again

old pianos when i was a girl visiting my grandparents in Tassie i came across an old piano in the forest flaking veneer like the shoulders of a sunburnt child there was an old hut nearby & i wondered if the owners had been moving…

Prompt 1 The Mumbai Rains are splashing around Drenching droplets, a pounding sound Rattling sheets and smoking cars Shrieking trees and dewy stars Rippling songs in a humid note Slipping on streets, a sticky coat And sometimes a smile Sometimes a hand To soften this…

Freedom ain’t never been a land you see Where we landed the sea Barely sown or reaped Never handed down cheap Blood soaked and creeped Mr Hughes show warned us That place was never the place it seemed Selling and crushing dreams Even from its…

100 years ago/from now nothing ever changes The patriarchs slash and burn reaping where they do now sow Laying innocents upon their unholy altars And only bones remain from the frenzied feast of fragile men who hate and lust never sated never abated

years and years later, a neon lit cheerful looking museum enshrines,  memories- silver and black faded  photos of human faces; preserved in their emotional intensity. a careful study for all to  observe and consume. purple flowing rivers, black dahlias blooming in crystals, simulated fifth dimensional…

Cooing Cooing, he died last year from that bad flu. Church says I need to marry again, but I have vegetables growing fruit trees bursting out, a hog, goats, chickens and eggs, a roof and a floor and milk for my two babies. I barter…