Outerspace

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017

Intimate Dinner

Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017

Valley of Bones (Hour 11)

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Slave Superstitions

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…

No Man’s Land (Hour 10)

NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…

Where There Is Light (Hour 9)

WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…

Hour twelve

Mother Tongue   I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words   The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly   The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease   The pen doesn’t fumble when…

Yarns

HOUR TWELVE her agate breasts weaves songs from the barren verses her hands sewed memoirs from the leftover yarns her solitude harvests warmth from the carcasses, of desires and naiveté the imagery of life looks fragile, morbid yet beautiful! Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.