Shards of Glass

We love Thursdays. You and I. It’s the one day we can say brings out the truth in us. I love Mondays but even saying this in your presence is exorcism. “I know everything about you,” you say. I tilt my head so I can take in your demeanor. My Mother says that you can … More Shards of Glass

Call Me Sunday

Call Me Sunday when you come undone. You are the sweet taste of a lazy morning, a yearning for that service, communion of sorts…I squeeze you in words, wring you in thoughts, and pound you in feelings. I am not the pestle but rather the mortar that creates room for pounding. Happy is a state, … More Call Me Sunday

Right here

This right here is a confession, a concession, a thought…call it regression, but for what it’s worth, it feels good to release these words. I pick and prod at them. My Mother always says “be careful with your words, they are the only thing you can never take back.” So, I sit…right here. “Every market … More Right here


You are the stranger to my familiar. We dance around these words, same people, new year, old feelings. Where you stand, I am rooted Where you drown, I sink only to be uprooted. So, we dance around these things; like how your eyes follow me around a room, how you call me first thing in … More New


It hurts knowing you could call me but you wouldn’t. So, I sit on the edge of the bed, listen to the songs I played five years ago and drink black tea. There is a fire inside of me, a raging fire that cannot be quenched by this tea, heaven knows I’ve had three cups … More Hello

Like Yarn

My beloved is a master story-teller. He spins tales like yarn. Every word, every movement of his tongue, a widening of brown eyes- a smirk here, a dimple there, a drop in his pitch…a weaver of tales. “I am with the guys.” “I have been working on this ka-project.” “Don’t worry, maybe next time, in … More Like Yarn


What takes a lifetime to build but a second to destroy? he asks. I look at him, we’ve been fidgety of late. Of late means the past three days, four hours and thirty seven minutes. He asks “what takes a lifetime to build but a second to destroy?” I sip my coffee.  I am unwell … More Redemption