I want to steal the night air, Make it my captive. Bathe my skin With its dewy magic. The starlit Spray that fills my lungs, replenishes My spirit. I’m reminded of being alive In the stillness between midnight and dawn. The lushness evoked by the crickets’ hymn, A song that sends my soul searching For... Continue Reading →

It’s the noise the used umbrella makes when it’s closed and thuds wetly on the floor and it’s the boy waving wanly goodbye and getting on the bus and it’s her trying to be nice to you because she wants something and your skin crawls more than usual and it’s the same songs cynically played... Continue Reading →

I can guarantee, I won’t be killed by a Great White shark as I swim in the English Channel, I will never rob a bank, I guarantee that I am without ambition of any kind and I love cats and wine, I can guarantee that I won’t perish in outer-space or by a pistol duel at... Continue Reading →

Packed us up shipped us off across seas Indian to Caribbean lowest caste captive labor   Chains torn indigo to gold settled again away up North among new faces for raw hopes   Where we are told Go back home! And we would if only we knew what was home Photo by Pok Rie on... Continue Reading →

We are driving home. Dark stretches across the sky. Rain thumps the windshield. From the back seat, my gaze is steady on the glass, moving lines of rain held between the profiles of my parents―my mother's black hair against the seat, the rigid musculature of my father.   Square lighted windows of houses glare like... Continue Reading →

After these many weeks, your body is like a once-familiar town that I’m uneasy in. Something is no longer right. I walk the same streets, but no more as someone who should be there, whose natural place it is, to walk them. I’ve become a stranger now, mimicking belonging that was mine before this cruel separation that... Continue Reading →

Seeking a purpose on the curious island surrounded by land to the farthest peaks lush prairies devoid of what he once knew. Abandoned was the hope of a kin stranger in the lives of those once near not even a plea could reach his teary gaze. Space empty as the cosmos imprisoned his flesh tighter... Continue Reading →

Seated in Sukhasana, head over heart heart over pelvis, I lower my gaze to my chest. Large pores, nascent stages of wrinkling, span my cleavage. Boldly on display, joining blood blisters and freckles and fine baby hairs. I’m proud of these marks. My mom has them. My aunt, too, who bronzes better than all the... Continue Reading →