The love for biology Started from her Mother’s stories Of dissecting cockroaches Of writing records Of studying butterflies in their cucoons Of magnifying into tiny leaves   And then came a teacher Who multiplied this love By showing flowers And the rarest ferns By teaching…

They say when atomic bombs detonate It is all flash and no bang. When six children scream Cry Whine Over YouTube ads and stolen toys Rumbling bellies Wet diapers Bitten digits chomped by the dinosaurs Roaming my living room It is machine gun blasts and…

These hours are flying by How can we get anything else done? Will I really stay up all night Writing poems each hour? How can we get anything else done? Cooking, eating, outings–they warned me Writing poems each hour Will more than fill my day!…