If I had energy, I’d bring out Lizzo Who’d ask me how I was feeling And I would stick out my booty, Grinding to the rhythm, Tossing my braids while checking my broken nails, Shouting to the world and Lizzo, “Good as hell!”   Because…

You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights…

You began with the end When I was prepped and primed   You carried me effortless Through your prompts Music and lyrics and images   I burned the hours Breezing through barriers, Keeping time   Until the half point When some would stop You shoved…

He has needed you from the moment he first saw you. At first the attention was light and flirtatious and you thought it gave you joy. Then he became more demanding, wanting to walk by your side and watch you while you were sleeping…till he…

“I have been one acquainted with the night. … I have outwalked the furthest city light” (Robert Frost).   No remote nature road for me Where small rustles in the grass chill my gut, Where moon and stars play hide and seek Behind brooding verdant…

Who came into my life even before I was married As I followed his Court for the sheer entertainment A man of temper, particular to a fault, no mumbling And bumbling in that Courtroom was allowed. He tried to take the place of my own…

Four have broken away From the hive To go wading in the sea Can’t you see? The soft surf has not yet Erased the lines they made in the sand   Curb your worry The little one will not drown; The foam’s too gentle to…

The colour of modesty is rouge. It is the shade of the clouds as it witnesses the consummation of two skies; The colour of your thoughts on my skin; Blossoming roses when I sigh your remembrance to the winds; my palms pressed in prayers for…

That thin line between the full moon and insanity… That ribbed edge of the flower bed where only weeds grow… That gold brocade of the wedding saree I never wore again… That flicker of light caught in a raindrop poised to fall… That quiet chirp…

To write a self portrait I have to step back And take a long good look at myself. I turn to the mirror, eyes, ears, nose, check. Two hands, two legs, a torso, quite a normal (albeit short) human specimen. Unruly hair, Glasses that balance…