I once askedy sister to play a card game while mom was away; but her laptop, it beckoned and as it was jan’ry second she blamed it on introvert day.

The echoes of my weeping surround me as I awake inside my cave. The tear in space behind me whispers a siren song towards my grave. I’ve got to go to the city now: I’m told I must be brave. So I dance the daily…

When I turned 20 I received My most powerful feeling A warm yellow of joy and spring From which I get no break. You’d think me glad, and far from mad, But of course! I haven’t any choice. The darkened sky can’t make me cry…

embezzled on soul a number burns mother’s, charring it- A diamond history spoken. * (Hajar churashir ma)1084’s mother  is a Bengali novel by Mahasweta Devi.    

The Forest Ranger glanced skyward as a bird caught his eye. It flew up past the clouds in a periwinkle sky. It landed atop a skyscraper of a tree. And then it spread out and started beating its wings.

Back to the drawing board failed again there’s always something that does me in.   Do over they say but sugar, it may be a grave one day no more trying today.   But go back I must begin anew, trust that trying again won’t…

I’m sleepy as hell And tomorrow is Sunday Church is by 12:30pm And I plan to be early But I must stay awake And write new poems Hour after hour Until 4pm tomorrow So I’ll spread my eyes open And if I fall asleep I…

Rain had nourished the Periwinkle; a beautiful blue flower with petals shaped like a fan. The little girl took them gently in her hands and sniffed them then she returned to jumping in the puddles nearby. Her black gumboots were caked with mud and she…

I did not see, I did not see the cloud you carried upon your head covered by the vines or the Periwinkle twinkling against your dark curls as you followed the beat of the drummer that asked to be fed.   I failed you, I…

One Spring she planted periwinkles in the front yard… spread them over two clouds of dirt she herself forest rangered up wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow from the backyard southern grit barefoot inside her old faded gray gumboots silently rising to her own occasion. She was the…