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 →

sits, watching under the tree as my fingers touch the trunk i hear it whisper come to me inch forward even closer both palms pressed against it i smile is this enough? no, even closer, it whispers you belong here with me the bird sits, watching as i dig around it the smell of soil … Continue reading the bird →

some nights I wake up from a bad dreamtears pooling maybe a nightmare, then monsters chasingfireballsand bulletsbroken legs the stuff of nightmares, really chaos all of meall for meall at me amidst all thisis a faceunknown to me for yearswatchingthose eyesnever maliciousalways the same, gentle, even when I jump off a buildingor choke on blood … Continue reading you, stuff of nightmares →

the colour of your skin or the weight you hold in your body the length of your hair and maybe the width or the clothes you don't wear and the shoes you can't be, just that what are you? the colour of your eyes or the teeth maybe skin bare (ing) make up or the … Continue reading what are you? →

too many swarming buzzing inside me and outside attacking crawling no sense nonsense where is my drink? to drown them

from the beginning a fractured sleep pain with no origin curse of being a female a 40-min car ride of a wailing toddler the incessant 'whys' another morsel or a sip of water brush your teeth two minutes a nappy change a story read a chapter read some emails replied some texts too too many … Continue reading things that pile up →

you run around here and there looking half crazed hair not tied now mostly white a racing heart speech very fast yes yes yes you want this you want that you must have that you need that too on fire days brimming with things you must do how else to survive plus strive to thrive … Continue reading rat race # 2 →