poem

POETRY / PTSD

Martyrs and-slash-or heroes they call us Is it worth all the fuss? While they celebrate We ache to recuperate

I am found in fields

I am a god when I am asleep, I am found to be inside the shimmer of water as it fights against the brilliance of the screams that emanate from the sky

Upside Down world

The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be

How my admiration for Kazi Nazrul Islam evolved over the years

Kazi Nazrul Islam’s work remains just as relevant and beautiful 123 years after his birth.

POETRY / Embracing whole-ness

It's time to take care of ourselves, both mind and soul, To live a life that is complete and whole.

Curtain call

The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,

You stand here again

You stand where you always have

Blue clay

The blue model of clay vices that sits in a house of glass

La Bandito

She impales the bodies of chickens she prepares for a feast— My mother holds taut the fat clinging to the meat, By the sleight of her hand, separates it, And hurls it into the bin by the kitchen sink.

June 3, 2023
June 3, 2023

PTSD

Martyrs and-slash-or heroes they call us Is it worth all the fuss? While they celebrate We ache to recuperate

June 3, 2023
June 3, 2023

I am found in fields

I am a god when I am asleep, I am found to be inside the shimmer of water as it fights against the brilliance of the screams that emanate from the sky

June 1, 2023
June 1, 2023

Upside Down world

The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be

May 25, 2023
May 25, 2023

How my admiration for Kazi Nazrul Islam evolved over the years

Kazi Nazrul Islam’s work remains just as relevant and beautiful 123 years after his birth.

May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023

Embracing whole-ness

It's time to take care of ourselves, both mind and soul, To live a life that is complete and whole.

May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023

Curtain call

The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,

May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023

You stand here again

You stand where you always have

May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023

Blue clay

The blue model of clay vices that sits in a house of glass

May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023

La Bandito

She impales the bodies of chickens she prepares for a feast— My mother holds taut the fat clinging to the meat, By the sleight of her hand, separates it, And hurls it into the bin by the kitchen sink.

May 13, 2023
May 13, 2023

Marooned

A dream of me in a sea of green.