A heroine’s take on the hero’s journey, Queen Inanna, a Mesopotamian goddess is summoned to the Ancient Mesopotamian Underworld…
Category: Poetry
The Well of Grief
The small round coins thrown by those who wished for something else…
There Are Other Worlds To Sing In
Somewhere inside this wonderful device called a telephone lived an amazing person: her name was “Information Please.”
Good Luck, Bad Luck, Who Knows
A Chinese fable that helps us see life just a little more clearly.
Beneath The Sweater & The Skin
When you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into the corners of your eyes.
The Tissue Box: Rupi Kaur Writing Workshop
A surprising insight into my subconscious via a tissue box
A Poem for Corona Times
You only have to let the soft animal of your body unlearn everything capitalism has taught you
Grief is not a task to finish
Grief is not something you complete. It’s a new dimension of self.
I love a sunburnt country
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
When you meet someone in deep grief
Slip off your shoes,
and set them by the door.
