calla lily —
he sees it like
his dream girl
#FemkuMag An e-zine of Womxn’s Haiku, October, 2020, issue 27
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#FemkuMag An e-zine of Womxn’s Haiku, October, 2020, issue 27
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ring of fire encircling my post-pandemic life
#FemkuMag An e-zine of Womxn’s Haiku, July 2020 issue 26
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couch potato...
my thoughts follow
a queue of ants
#FemkuMag An e-zine of Womxn’s Haiku, June 2020 issue 25
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petrichor
through
the orphanage window
refreshing
the fading memories
of her mother’s lullabies
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mesmerizing
the aroma
of ammi’s jasmine tea
and we sing
the songs of folklore
on a starry night
#FemkuMag An e-zine of Womxn ’ s Haiku May 2020 issue 24
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social distancing in the moonlight my scars
#FemkuMag, April 2020 issue 23
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Is my body my choice?
purple scar
like the moon eclipse
on her face
darkening the path
that leads to salvation
echoing through
the deep furrows
of her forehead
the identity she lost
by pleasing others
the tight fist
ruptures my heart
piece by piece
I hand him over
my body, my choice
broken strands
of her grey hair
ebb tides
that take her soul
back to the deep ocean
screaming out
her barren womb
in the midnight
she sleep walks around
the deep water well
on her way
to find a perfect rainbow
the acid rain
decolouring
her childhood dreams
FemkuMag, March 2020, issue 22
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first bite
of the red apple
leaves behind
an endless debate
over the broken promise
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deep pain
His fake smile and tight fists, I can remember both when I look at his photo. The words still resonate in my ears, make me go for a walk until the dust settles down within. On my way back, the evening breeze whispers in my ears, “How much time do you need to get over this broken relationship?”
running away
from my shadow
sleepless night
Femku Mag, issue #21, February 2020
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gnarled roots the racism left unattended
intermittent lightning her menopausal transition
fleeing night a bare oak cradles the moon
FemkuMag, January 2020 issue 20
#FemkuMag, April 2020 issue 23
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Is my body my choice?
purple scar
like the moon eclipse
on her face
darkening the path
that leads to salvation
echoing through
the deep furrows
of her forehead
the identity she lost
by pleasing others
the tight fist
ruptures my heart
piece by piece
I hand him over
my body, my choice
broken strands
of her grey hair
ebb tides
that take her soul
back to the deep ocean
screaming out
her barren womb
in the midnight
she sleep walks around
the deep water well
on her way
to find a perfect rainbow
the acid rain
decolouring
her childhood dreams
FemkuMag, March 2020, issue 22
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first bite
of the red apple
leaves behind
an endless debate
over the broken promise
----------
deep pain
His fake smile and tight fists, I can remember both when I look at his photo. The words still resonate in my ears, make me go for a walk until the dust settles down within. On my way back, the evening breeze whispers in my ears, “How much time do you need to get over this broken relationship?”
running away
from my shadow
sleepless night
Femku Mag, issue #21, February 2020
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gnarled roots the racism left unattended
intermittent lightning her menopausal transition
fleeing night a bare oak cradles the moon
FemkuMag, January 2020 issue 20
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snow moon
hatching a dream
in the sleepless night
FemkuMag, December 2019, issue 19
snow moon
hatching a dream
in the sleepless night
FemkuMag, December 2019, issue 19
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