Poetry

    On First Publication When you told me it was fine Maybe something I’m good at I read my work again and found I’m not a total jerk. I did...

    Of city tales and crayon images The mid morning buzz is about to mellow when the fish vendor's familiar voice sweeps the lanes and by...

    Story of a brooch Every Saturday evening My grandmother was busy Ironing her whites crisp Scolding me with every fold For inheriting her husband's Dark skin and dark thoughts. Folding her...

      Can I Get a Refund?   eyes blurry from lack of sleep, a toddler up at o’dark thirty, snot and tears and tug-of-war over a pair of shoes, a pop...

    Empty City  Full of my city, I sit empty. If I could visit all the places where I had emptied myself and rummage through that dear rubble of hours so many had cast...

    House of Cards Getting married Too quickly Means building A life inside A house of cards And then everything Falls apart And things burst Into flames And he hopes That he'll Always remember The...

   Artistic Integrity Our wedding album is going to be an album, a debut L.P because I want to spend your father’s money on something stupid...

      The Past   “Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.” ~Percy Bysshe Shelley   Is it water, a slow wearing away of a hardened stone?   Is it fire, burning down the...

    The New Man At night, preparing for sleep, he faces himself in the mirror, and the image before him becomes gradually more foreign, more remote,...

    Paint me a forest First, I said I am a kaleidoscope. If he turned me around, he could discover changing patterns and colours. He said he...