Before I Wake Before I wake,the crawling dreams learn to sleep.In the rain shadow of mind,light becomes a shade of darkness. Wild flowers dance on graves, unbothered,and I carry the wreath with thorns, unperturbed.Grief, bright as a bug zapper,glows in … Continue reading →

Rites of Passage Encountering grief is a rite of passage,like love and yet unlike it,for grief is a long time coming,a tiger dancing in the dry grass,our bullets are pills and sometimes we run out of them,sometimes we play dead, … Continue reading →

She walks in liberty, not her own,When she thinks of her homelands,That now exist nowhere but in her mind,Homelands that they had fled years ago,Memory takes where the body can’t follow. When she thinks of her homelands,She thinks of women’s … Continue reading →