i need to learn how to seek a accept a distraction i need to learn how to laugh not silently when you laugh i need to learn how to give in to whatever pleasures are promised by this world full of distractions i need to learn not to sit alone in the dark meditating about … Continue reading to be →

it is friday the same day, another week we all know about it the myriad of options list of things to do pile up sometimes repeating make the bed brush your teeth pay the bills what to cook what to eat looking important feeling important social approval a rush of power sometimes someone relies on … Continue reading freedom →

says my 4-year-old as i am ‘deeply’ in thought critiquing my own experiences visceral (Diversi & Moreira, 2018) to link to my half-baked theoretical knowledge at 5 pm on a sunday tearing at time at my hair to find the ‘torn’ time because i am supposed to supposed to do this full-time 40 hours a … Continue reading come and sit with me →

with only 4 wheels single decker and 53 people on it noisy not minding their business shouting at each other moving too much prisoner of their minds of each other the orange bus moved slowly wobbled trembled swayed and the people weren’t happy ‘hurry up’, ‘too slow’, ‘unsteady’, ‘unstable’ the bus tried harder but the … Continue reading i dreamt of an orange bus →

the milk in the fridge is stale father can’t have tea mother tells me, it’s my duty to replace i whisper to you, ‘tis yours you pass it on to her father isn’t happy mother isn’t happy i’m not happy you aren’t happy she isn’t happy the milk curdles we all curdle nobody takes responsibility … Continue reading the milk in the fridge →

you ask me, what is your choice of poison a distraction the happy place something to escape something as escape intoxication sweetness bliss light-headedness thoughts poof into thin air being empty in space time does not exist you ask me, what is your choice of poison a liquid how many times a day how many … Continue reading choice of poison →

these borders between us separating my/self and i a/part there and a part here a diasporic individual, they say no home, it means or create one yourself on the fringes on the borders between them you are on that side of the border you are me i am on this side of the border i … Continue reading borders →

mehndi twice a year since the beginning of (your) time or 5000 (y)ears the warmth of the colour of your skin a shade darker a tinge of green watching those patterns emerge not out of thin air another person’s labour while we talk gossiping another form of resistance against one of the many -isms or … Continue reading mehndi →

stuck to me like glue some from birth others as a courtesy of birth none so mysterious harsh (by others) guilt (by me) shame (fuck off) as being a mother interlinking all others together this is the monster the inland taipan the black mamba the gila monster the king of king of cobras what does … Continue reading the labels that stuck →

i am slowly, sweetly, surely falling in love being a mother your mother i look forward to our conversations your incessant questions welcome, about everything around you and me i am healing you are the image of me a dream come true a vision comes to mind a long time ago where i am walking … Continue reading falling in love →