cw: suicide, mental health I have never written a blog post before but there are a lot of things running through my mind that I wanted to express. I recently came to hear of the death of Palash Chowdhary, a 12th grader in the school my brother goes to and which I taught at a […]

The First Protest

They are used to her tantrums: head flung on the lap

of a supermarket trolley, one lollipop away from submission.

To Have a War or Not

this question you do

not have to answer

to live together in peace

please tell me how

Sunny Side Up

It’s always difficult to know when to make the crack and how.

Whether to tap the shell slightly

with the right side of a sharp fork, or to make the cut

directly.

Fragments: Aberystwyth Castle

Here, are rains, leftovers,

the old rattle of a dog’s lead.

Orphans

Lonely boy flirts with the lull of a floating soprano.

Pastor Sarah begins: “Lord, you are

the ultimate planner” raising palms above

her head to bless.

Having Eaten the Plums

Mamma swings like Chaplin

on her back foot; imagines herself mighty

The Technology of Explosion

just as the Dalai Lama lets mosquitoes

gloat red with his blood

Paper Wasps

almost occupying crumbling hotel hinges

in Buenos Aires, these workers build their nests, unaware

that within each lies a queen

Fear in a Handful of Salt

If you taste pepper flakes or chilli, you will be angry.

Tears in sofa cushions. Shut doors and silence.

He will handpick your flaws and grind them.