Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
4w ago
palestine is my grieving mother
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
Small dreams
On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live
The colour of revolution is red
And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude
Black swan
from my blood fangs, disarrayed cold / looting my sore body / that has done so much for me, while I ached
Diphylleia grayi
The burst of fragrant marigolds on the blanched porch of our old Calcutta home, free like sand, unbridled like the wind
March 21, 2024
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
February 10, 2024
palestine is my grieving mother
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
December 30, 2023
There is no water if i’m on water
I am put away impulsively like the totems on a modern alter
November 11, 2023
Small dreams
On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live
October 21, 2023
The Divine Feminine
I look in the mirror, and the tides start turning,
September 16, 2023
The colour of revolution is red
And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude
August 29, 2023
Black swan
from my blood fangs, disarrayed cold / looting my sore body / that has done so much for me, while I ached
August 16, 2023
Diphylleia grayi
The burst of fragrant marigolds on the blanched porch of our old Calcutta home, free like sand, unbridled like the wind
August 2, 2023
Jauhar
We walk past the singing bells and our chambers, Blind to the perils beyond our walls.
June 24, 2023
Dark, blue night
Like wild leopard's skin, I spread out my hair The dark night uncurls with his roaring fleet; I pounce on his chest, bare foot, like Kali–
X