Somewhere inside this wonderful device called a telephone lived an amazing person: her name was “Information Please.”
Category: Poetry
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.
If Spring were a person…
What a nurturing and gentle person she’d be!
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.
When Great Trees Fall
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
