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Yesterday I took a nap In the middle of the day Where I got the audacity I cannot quite say My cook tip-toed in Concerned about the daal Tha...

I look at my son And wonder  What to tell him When the time ever comes About what it is to be human Is it to push ahead  With an evolutionar...

Don’t remember me when I go For my smile For my grace For my simplicity Or cheerful face I have none of these Or even if I do These are not ...

I need a dose of daily joy Like tonic for my soul Like Fevikwik for broken parts that makes me feel so whole No matter how bad it gets Alway...

To be a woman Is to see no difference And treat myself as such To hold myself To the same expectations Inside the house and outside To make ...

Love is this and that So we are told It will happen to you they say And we are totally sold So great is this thing It will change you my fri...

I wish a wish on your behalf that on this day you get to be half Half as driven Half as intent Half as amazing 50% percent Be less have fewe...

What does it take To go from blurry lines to stygian blind - a pinch of color Of the wrong kind A squeeze, a hint of looming chill an undul...

  I have many bottles they sit on a shelf they are quite pretty I made them myself They hold different things some fizz some settle some yea...

I never took my eyes off of you Everything you did and still do Is seen Yes, I see your struggles but how you're special too How you cre...

Hello excuse me Can I be a nothing no goal no destination whiling away hours at some faraway station watching paint dry or even the grass gr...

When I was a kid Mother was the biggest word I knew Someone who existed  Just for you When I became one myself My heart split into two But o...

This was not a good year in books, quantitatively speaking. With all the misfortunes that the year brought, a (very) minor one for me was th...

As the year from hell winds up, my thoughts move to what the next one brings. With anticipation. Well, yes. The world will not magically hea...

 It’s 6 o clock on a Saturday. The regular crowd shuffles in.  Existential Aunty ascends her throne and looks around. She notices a new one,...

why does a stranger's passing away affect me so I do not know that he did it to himself?   i imagine the despair   as...

my spirit looks like my poems broken, unfinished should i really be speaking when i feel so diminished the world outside is ablaze my...

laughter has ebbed away one guffaw, giggle, gurgle at a time I am left today with anaemic smiles and a chuckle here and there No no it...

i want to exist as a brain in a jar no corporeal jhamelas easier by far maybe powered to a robot during day time so i can go places o...

i see him cradle his head inside the palm of my hand it seems to bring comfort this cushioning, maternal protection i see him and my h...