Strong men deserve flowers too, To lighten up their day They too need to smell the scents of lilies and roses To colour their world Strong men
At 8:22 am, she sneaks back into her husband’s house like a thief in the night He meets her in the hall and pleads with her He tells her
segregated. punctuated & separated. shelved in columns and deathly rows skeletons lay bare on a white page bound together –
When death becomes the first breath you breathe at birth, when your throat becomes familiar with its stings when death writes your
No one comes from where I come from No soul one single season on the soil survives And stays soft – snail-soft simpleton or dumbbell-soft Yes,
If I rise up as many times, and always once more, Than I fall under life’s dizzying battles; If I am able to smile in parallel measure, In
50 grams cocoa powder 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 225 grams plain flour ½ a teaspoon baking powder When we think of the recipes of our very
A dystopian fuzz sprinkles an enticing scent, the kind that makes bedlam almost palatable. But still we sing, march, hoping that the fog
The madala says I should look into the memaginor, that mystical mirror that invites listening along the large ellipse; the mirror into which we
It is not easy to write a poem You have to gather your thoughts Swirling quickly like snowflakes during a blizzard Catch them before they melt