PREY

PREY

I watch you.
I stalk you.
I hunt you.
But I don’t pounce. Why?

Because all I ever wanted was a game of hide-and-seek. Your turn, now.

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WEALTH MANAGEMENT

In my wallet, between my fading driver’s license and my gym receipt, I keep an old, folded train ticket.

Under the gold Starbucks card bearing my  name, is a scrap of smooth white paper from whose face, time has wiped away ink (but not the mental image of the hand that gave it to me).

And in the side pocket, along with the loose change is a zipper tab, long detached from its owner.

I am so rich.

I Also Miss You In The Winter 

I Miss You When It Rains 


I Miss You When It Rains

In summer, you can have my umbrella. 

In the rain, make it so I never have to see grey or the tears the sky sheds when you’re not around. 

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Write to me

Write to me
The romance of letters, the smell of paper, the text feel of handwritten punctures
And yet these are all for naught
If they lack true, loving thought

Share a piece of your soul
Garb regardless, it will feel whole
For when love signs its name
Bytes or ink, all seem the same.

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Sweet Lullabies

I performed this week as well at the newly rebranded The Habitat (formerly Tuning Fork). There was a massive crowd, mostly new. And a lot of the new poets spilt their tales of pain, depression and heartbreak. My original plan was to do a dark,smoky piece or a breakup piece. I have been in such an emotionally bruised place, that I was in need of comfort. But just like writing, I realised performing is catharsis, not healing. So instead I created comfort with this piece. It’s an old one but I’ve revamped how I perform it. What do you think?

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Thank You For The Paper Planes

I returned to the poetry circuit last week. Yes, I have been performing here and there but only where I’ve been pulled in. 2017 has hit me with so many things, I’ve needed to stop and regain my breath. I wrote a new piece and read it right off my screen. And then I was glad for a chance to bring back my first piece. It always gives me a new lease on life, when I live through the Paper Plane performance. A young poet who I know slightly, reached out to me later to thank me for sharing that and said she needed to hear just that, on that day. All I can feel is immense gratitude for this idea choosing to come to the world at all, and through my head. Thank you for all the paper planes.

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They say parallel lines don’t meet 

(a shape poem after a long time)

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Ekalavya 

Ekalavya

If the mind is a willing student,
Even a hand can be a teacher.

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