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.
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.
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.
Marooned
A dream of me in a sea of green.
